“My view looking at the glass changed
Nothing changed from the yesteryears where did I scream
What would it be to called as free.
Wonders did life in treating me well
Bad to worst
Worst to hateful
I was too young to understand the scream
So I took the time and I being going on”
Life has always been faithful to those who bow down to actuality.
” Woh tarz-e-ishq farmate rahai aur hum
Unki ankho Mai ansoo dekhte Rahe
Kya is shidat wali Reh guzar Mai
Ek insaan ki MAUT hai
Kya MAUT azaab hai ki rehayi
Waqt Allah he tha , Rahe GA par ashiq aur
Ashiqi na rahegi”