Half of you go here ... half of you go here ... and the rest come with me

I am a jailor from the days of Englishmen

Passing time solves even the biggest of the problems

A tunnel in my jail?

My detectives are spread all around this jail

They are stuck in such a way ... that if the censor board sees it then they will use the scissors

Good times are appreciated ... only after the bad times

Should I drown in your eyes, or should I play with your eyelids ... or should I get lost in the jungle of your hair, or should I keep my heart under your soft feet ... now from where should I start, I don't understand that ... no one has control in front of this scene

Muscular, popular, spectacular and ... bachelor

Sometimes what you see from your eyes is not the truth ... and what you hear from your ears is also not the truth ... the truth is something that you find out after inquiry and investigation

The fight between a husband and wife is like the rain in summer ... it doesn't last forever

Snatching, stealing, torture, corruption, rape ... there is no sin that this person has not done

Cry like a businessman who has lost in the stock market ... cry like a gambler who has lost in the club ... cry like a beggar who begs on a traffic light ... but cry, please cry

Every night she drinks water from a new mountain

When an elephant goes to the market ... a thousand dogs are bark

Looks like you have come from the sky ... you have shined on the ground after coming from the top ... god has done such a great work ... he has made you with a lot of time

Who is calling me from the window of your eyes ... the moonlight is giving gestures and the moon is playing the sitaar ... if I do something crazy in this madness then don't blame me ... no one has control in front of this scene

God you are very good, you've made a wonderful thing called woman ... the whole world is swirling since no one has understood her ... and this swirling is everything, rest all comes and goes ... she brought her youth in her hollowed palm, and this fool was singing a poem ... no one has control in front of this scene

Is she a girl or a soft bread ... after seeing her, I'm feeling hungry in the stomach of love

In a bus oil burns and in a horse cart the blood of the animal burns