Log har peshe mein khudko ghulam kehte hai ... hum ishq karne wale shayari ko kaam kehte hai

People call themselves as slaves in every profession ... lovers like me call poetry as our work

Zakhm rishtey rahe umar bhar aur waqt se berukhi ho gayi ... naam likh ke tera aaj kyun ungliyan barf si ho gayi

The relationships were wounded for life long and time was upset with me ... why is it that my fingers have become ice cold after writing your name

Jahan tum nahi hoti ho wahan only barbaadi hai ... kyun ki tum jahan bhi hoti ho wahin party ban jaati hai

There's only catastrophe wherever you're not there ... because it's like a party wherever you're there