Main aapse itne pyar se baat kar raha hoon ... aur 2nd class compartment ke 3rd class passenger ki tarah baat kar rahi hai

Mumbai kisi ke baap ka nahi hai ... Mumbai police ka hai

Credit ka kya hai na, oxygen cylinder ki tarah hota hai ... jisse zaroorat hai, us hi ko milna chahiye

Koi bhi rishta jab naya hota hai na, exciting hota hai kyun ki woh naya hota hai ... naye dost mazedaar lagte hai, kyun ki unki kahaniyan hamare liye nayi hoti hai ... purane doston ki wohi kahaniyan sun sunke hum pak jaate hai ... lekin pyar us phatti huyi T-shirt ki tarah hota hai, jis mein hum roz raat sukoon se sote hai

Main tujhe apni har saans se noch-noch ke nikalunga ... taaki mere andar tere liye sirf nafrat reh jaye

Past ke basis pe hi toh future banta hai ... har passing second ke saath hamara past bada hota jaata hai, hamara future chota hota jaata hai ... humein khushi bhi toh past ke basis par hi milti hai ... uske bare mein sochke joh already ho chuka hai ... joh hua hi nahi uska kya bharosa ... uske bare mein sochne ka kya fayda

Kisi ko maarna itna aasaan nahi hota ... ek baar woh lakeer paar ho gayi aur zubaan pe khoon ka chaska chipka ... andar hamesha ke liye ek haiwaan pehda ho jaata hai ... kabhi jaata hi nahi

Ustra se panga nahi lene ka ... shareer se atma kaatke le jaata hai