Nothing exist without contrast, sound to silence, cold to warmth, life to death, winter to summer, night to starts.

Humour is so often irony. Love is just a song about grief played in reverse.

I am convinced to care to really deeply care is to choose to ache for something, to let it turn you upside down and inside out, unravel your insides and tie them into knots again, to love is not an act of self preservation.

And if I had to tell you what it
means to be alive. I would tell you how it feels to hold contrast in my hands, to love without hesitation though I know how this ends, to be wonderfully stubborn in the face of a life that cannot be rehearsed, to hear the song of grief and choose to play it in reverse

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Mujhe maloom tha ki vo nhi milega mujhe
Use maloom tha ki mujhe ishq hai usse

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Men fall in love with what they see
Women fall in love with what they hear
Which is why women always wear makeup and men always lie.

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Mana tumko chand maine, Tum mujhko tara manoge.
Mana tumko chand maine, Tum mujhko tara manoge.
Rakh lo meri Jaan bhi tum, Kya khud ko humara manoge.

Manoge mujhko vo roshni jo aankhen me chubhti nahi.
Manoge mujhko wo chandni jo chaar din tikti nahi.
Manoge mujhko vo zariya jo duniya se wakif hai.

Meri duniya tum rakhlo, Kya mujhko duniya manoge.
Meri duniya tum rakhlo, Kya mujhko duniya manoge.
Manoge sangi saathi mujhko, Premika ka darja bhi de paoge.
Iss janam me ishq mohabbat chhodo, Tum ram sa prem nibhaoge.

Meera sa tumko chahungi, Meera sa tumko chahungi, Rukmani sa saath nibhaoge,
Mana tumko krishna maine, Tum mujhko radha manoge,
Mana tumko chand maine, Tum mujhko tara manoge.

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Pahado ko kaat kar sheher bnaya ja rha hai
Hawaaon me ishq mila kar zeher bnaya ja rha hai
Aur wo toh meri sirf dost hai na baby
Yeh keh keh kar har ek girlfriend ko chutiya bnaya ja rha hai

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Kabhi fursat mile toh gin lena
Kitne waadein udhaar hai tujh par

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Fitoor hota hai har umr mein juda - juda
Khilona, mashooka, rutba aur fir khuda

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Me galat tu sahi
Yeh faisla kab talak hoga

Chalo maan liya galti meri thi

Magar yeh toh bta do
Akhir ek insaan galat kab talak hoga— % &— % &

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Taqleef nahi aati
Kabhi kabhi taqleefo ka daur aata hai

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Roza rakh kar tu itna na itra
Na tu khuda pe ehsaan krta hai na bando par
Jinke sadke me tujhe ye roze mile hai
Vo khandan Abu Talib ka hai

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