I'll cut you into so many pieces ... that today no dog of the village will sleep hungry

Every wall breaks in front of the storm of love

The storm that is rising within me at this moment ... I wish to blow off all the candles of the world ... the pyre that is burning in my heart at this moment ... in that I not only want your dead body, but also hers

Fire can't erase a fire ... and neither can injustice end injustice

The gunpowder is filled within you ... the bombs are also igniting in my body ... whenever the blast happens, it will be very loud

Snakes become more poisonous when they are fed the milk of humanity

Humanity doesn't want revenge ... it wants justice, it wants peace

The girl is hot and soft as cream

If people start to blow their candles themselves fearing from the storm ... then only darkness will be left in the world of love

A lot of storms like this one came and went ... but no one was able to create a hole in the body of this mountain

You are very lucky ... that today you have only seen the smile of Shaka ... and not the lines on his forehead ... the ones that plough death in the farms of life

There are only two ways to live in this world ... either a person gets crushed under a wall ... or else he rises above the wall

There will be no happiness in this house until ... we change the lights of happiness into the darkness of sorrow in the enemies house

Life has become like a candle of a closed house ... which can't burn properly and neither can it turn off properly

The child of this house has put this house on fire ... our work is done using your mind

Love is that truth whose thread has connected the entire world together

I want to shed so much blood of him ... that he becomes white and the ground becomes red

I don't believe in the one who is sitting far from here and writing the destiny ... I can even break his writing pen ... and I can also change the destiny that is written with his pen

This is the greatness of love ... it removes a person from the dark well of injustice and places him onto those doorsteps of the sky ... where even the sun comes to beg for sunlight

The wound will be there in your chest you cruel person ... and the blood will flow from my heart

In the mill of time one day the ground and the sky will get crushed ... but the music of love will keep on echoing ... it will echo forever

The pens of people who write broke, but my stories still did not end

This storm was sleeping making the clouds of peace as his pillow ... you have awakened him up and also got him up

Whenever the sword of injustice comes out from the sheath ... then the first murder happens of humanity ... wherever the fire of nuisance starts ... in that all the houses of the innocent burn ... the enemies play Holi with blood ... but the colour of blood is shed by the victims

Pray as much as you want in the temple today ... because after today your arrogant head will neither be able to rise up or bow down

Pray to god that whatever storms comes in the world, it passes over your head ... and that you never come across this storm

You can lock Shaka with iron shackles ... but you can't tie him forever