Na tasveer hai uski jo didar kiya jaye, na vo hai pass jo pyar kiya jaye, ye kaisa dard diya hai us bedard ne, na usse kuch kaha jaye na us bin raha jaye
OR KOI GAM NAHI EK TERI JUDAI KE SIVA, MERE HISSE ME KYA AAYA TANHAI KE SIVA! YU TO MILAN KI RAATE MILI BESUMAAR, PYAR ME SAB KUCHH MILA SEHNAI KE SIVA!!
Wo humari Bebasi ka Mazak banate gayeek Hum hi the jo phir bhi Muskrate gaye Sar-e-Bazar bik raha tha PYAR hamara Or ek woh the jo humari Kimat girate gaye.
Yaad Karne se Nahi Jatane Se Aati Hai...Ruth Jane se nahi Manane se aati hai..Aap bhale hi yaad na karo..Lekin har yaad ek aas ki tarah simat jati hai.
Us ko dil mein basa bhi na paaye, aur sahi tarah se bhula bhi na paaye, woh shaaks jo ban gaye the zindagi meri, hum uss ko haal-e-dil suna bhi na paaye.