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 ..
Hame ab nind ki talab nhi rahi,Ab rato ko jagna acha lagta hai.Muje nahi malum ki wo meri kismat hai k nahi,magar use khuda se magna achcha lagta hai..
Mujhe sulane k khatir jab raat aati hai,Hum so nahi pate, raat khud so jati hai,Puchne par dilse ye awaz aati hai,Aaj unhe yaad kar le, RAAT to roz aati hai