Ishq Ke phool Bhi Khilte hain .. Bikhar Jaate hain .. Zakhm Kaise Bhi hon ..Kuch roze main Bhar Jaate hain .. Us khwaboon main Aab koi Nahi Aur hum Bhi Nahi .. Itne roze Se Aaye hain ... Chup Chaap Guzar Jaate hain ..
Bahut tamana thi kisi ko apna banane ki, Bahut tamana thi kisi ka ho jane ki, Pr kya pta tha jis ke hum hona chahte he, Unhe adat hi nhi kisi ko apna bnane ki.
Mayoos tow hoon mager hona nahi chahti Kia karon mein ussay bhulana nahi chahti Janti hon wo bay khaber hai mujhe se phir bhee Uss k khayal ko dil se mitana nahi chahti
Veeran Hai Dil, Tanhaaiyon Ki Bahar Hai Tere Yandon Ke Kanty, Bas Yahi Kuch Ab Sath Hai Tum Gai Sath Mai Chale Gai Hai Najare Najaro Mai Bas Ab Sirf Tera Intzaar Hai
