If you ever see me on the road then cut through and pass by ... look at me as if you don't know me ... and if ever my name comes up then act unknowningly ... that you don't know me even after hearing my name

That part of my heart ... hell was never mine

Every moment of my life, is connected to your body ... when your lips move then it is morning, and when you open your hair then it is night

If your hand is my hand ... then the journey itself is life ... and there is a destination on every step of mine ... if your love is with me

In this world if a man becomes a human ... then it will be a pretty big thing

Are you God in humans disguise ... or a human in Gods disguise

Have you ever seen your eyes? ... wherever they see, they build a relation

I haven't taken the hit on my moral ... but on my heart

Life in the end only becomes a few questions and some answers

Sometimes, in my heart a feeling emerges ... that, if my life had passed in the soft shade of your hair ... then it could have been delightful ... this ink of sorrow that is spread on the heart ... it could have been lost in the rays of your eyes ... but that didn't happen ... but that didn't happen and now such is the scenario ... that you're not there, nor is your sorrow ... life is passing by in such a way ... as if it doesn't need anyone's support ... there is no path, no destination, and no clue of light ... my life is wandering in darkness ... in this darkness itself, I'll remain lost ... I know that my companion ... but still sometimes, in my heart a feeling emerges

I am a slightly romantic person ... and I have stopped flirting after marriage ... that's why I live around by romancing with my wife

Oh my life whether you reply or not to my question ... the silence that is hidden in you, has given me the answers for a 1000 questions

You are thinking something else ... asking something else