Wo yaroki mehfil,wo muskurate pal, Dilse juda hai apna bita hua Kal. Kabhi jindagi guzjarti thi Waqt bitane me, Aaj waqt guzar jata hai chand kagaj ke note kamane me.
Khuda dil ke iraade aazmata hai ,sapno ke parde aankho se hatata hai,Hausla mat haarna pyar me musafir,kyonki thoda dard hi insaan ko pyar karna sikhata he
HAR baat ka koi jawab nahi hota, har ISHQ ka naam kharab nahi hota,yu to zhoom lete hai NASHE mein pine wale, magar har NASHE ka naam SHARAB nahi hota.