The one who snatches a throne using a sword ... can be called a rebel, not a king

This face is glowing because of Allah's light ... what kind of a prayer is this face ... the one who was a stranger until yesterday ... has become the face of my life

People in love and people who support love ... never die

In my colourful world when you become my princess ... then life will be like living in heaven

Love is passion ... it doesn't care for the place, nor time ... it just desires a glimpse

The body is dust and it will mix with dust ... but the talent of the soul will still be visible

My love is not dependent on their order ... and neither is it a slave of your ugly conspiracy

Being a king you're still not a king ... being a human you're still not a human

Every heart here is looking for a heart ... it is looking for faithfulness and love ... here lovers are close to their love ... here princes become martyrs for beautiful eyes ... here even the style of giving and taking a heart is brutal ... here the promises are very attractive ... those who make you restless are asking for peace ... this bazar is called Meena Bazar

With one glimpse of you, every sight of mine is now your's ... every path of mine is now your road at any time ... everyday of mine will live on your name ... every evening of mine, every morning of mine is yours

What good is a storm that doesn't take a life ... and what good is a life that is scared of a storm

The love that doesn't have the approval stamp from a judge ... is called a crime