If revenge and pride can turn a sea into a desert ... then a lover can also grow flowers in this barren land

In the Maratha kingdom if there is someone after Chhatrapati Shivaji and Shambhuraje, then it's just Bajirao ... everyone else is a vegetable

How much ever childhood yearns for a father ... much more than that old age yearns for their child

One should not play the game of fire when sitting on a pile of gunpowder

Politicians like you are worse than prostitutes ... they also don't change their pimps so frequently ... as frequently as you people change your party

He will die ... and I will stand on his dead body and become the biggest Don of this city

The bigger the person, the longer the wait

People are dying in the hopes of living ... and I am living in the hope of dying

Whenver I play any game ... I make all the pawns dance on my fingers

Here there is oil, and there is bail in the courts also ... along with Kashmir and Taj Mahal, I've heard there is also Tihar jail

Give me a drink or sadness ... because one can drink alcohol and tears also

Not only the aim of my pistol is accurate ... but also the aim of the thoughts of my mind is accurate

Sorrow is one such thing ... the more you feel it, the more it grows

He came to the ward because of Sahil ... sometimes I see his plaster, sometimes I see my bandages

Today the trader of death ... has become the watchman of life

The footpath and the road are my dwelling ... I don't have a house to live in, so the whole world is mine

One who gets protection like a lamp from the government ... why will that minister die, who gets care from the whole hospital

No matter how pure the milk in the house is ... the fun of drinking tea from outside is something else

My friend the wound on the heart should not be repeated ... and flames of fire should never be bought on the lips again

What is the status of a drop like you, when even the direction of storms can change ... those who think they are very smart, I've seen that their statues are broken down