toofaanon se aankh milaao sailaabon pe vaar karo mallaahon ka chakkar chhodo tair ke dariyaa paar karo

tum bhi ulti ulti baatein poochte ho ham bhi kaisi kaisi qasmen khaate hain

bharam rakha hai tere hijr ka varna kya hota hai main rone pe aa jaaun to jharna kya hota hai meraa chhodo main nain thakta meraa kaam yahii hai lekin tumne itne pyaar ka karna kya hota hai

janchne laga hai dard mujhe aapka diya barbaad karne waale ne hi aasraa diya kal pahli baar ladne ki himmat nahin hui mujh...ko kisi ke pyaar ne bujdil banaa diya

ham apni jaan ke dushman ko apni jaan kahte hain mohabbat ki isee miTTi ko hindustan kahte hain

zindagi ka har varq ba-shauq padiye ye kitaab ik roz lautaani bhi to hai

vo dard bhala kya samjhenge jo dard hamesha dete hain

vo to dil jaisa dhadakta hai mere seene men dam nikal jaayega jab door chala jaayega

udaasi bhi to ik vrat hi hai vo bhi aisa vrat ki hañs lene se bhi jo tootne vaala nahin

tum ne meraa yaqeen kiya tha haan yaad aaya nahin kiya tha ashkon ki qabr hai jahaan par maine sajda wahin kiya tha