Mitti Par Likh Ke Mera Naam Mitaaya Na KaroMitti par likh ke mera naaMitaaya na karo, aankh sacBolti hai pyar chupaaya nKaro, log har baat ka afsaanBana lete hain, sab ko apnDastaan sunaaya na karo, yZaruri nahi har shaks masihHi ho, pyar ka zakhAmaanat hai dikhaya na karo..
Zakhm mera hai dard mujhko hota haiZakhm mera hai dard mujhko hota haiIs jamane kaun kis ka hota haiUnhe neend nahi aati jo mohabbat karte haiJo dil ko todte hai wahi chain se sote hai..
Gehra se gehra zakhmGehra se gehra zakh tumne mujhe diya hai..Fir bhi hum tumhare liyeDuaa karenge tumheSachcha pyar karne waala mil
Dard Ke Phuul Bhii Khilate Hain Bikhar Jaate HainDard ke phuul bhii khilate hain bikhar jaate haiZakhm kaise bhii hon kuchh roz men bhar jaatHaiRaastaa roke khadii hai yahii uljhan kab sKo_ii puuchhe to kahen kyaa ki kidhar jaate haiChhat ki khidakiyon se utarate hain mere khvaaMagaMerii diivaaron se takaraa ke bikhar jaate haiNarm aavaaz bhalii baaten mohazzab lahajPahalii baarish men hii ye rang utar jaate haiUs dariiche men bhii ab ko_ii nahiin aur ham bhiSar jhukaaye huye chup-chaap guzar jaate hai