I was just the clay at the hands of the potter,
the plant at the hands of the gardener
the gold at the hands of the goldsmith
and my teachers were the potter, the gardener and the goldsmith-
all in one.

Love is love when the lover loves the loved lovingly.

Love is a battle, a confrontation, a war
Whether you win, lose or withdraw leaves a scar

Ab yehi duaa hai hamaara
Kabhi hum bichalhna jaaey
Rehenaahai saath thumhaara
Chaahey hum marjaaey

Chaahey loag bichalh jaaey
Hum kabhee na bich lheyngey
Chaahey mausam badal jaaey
Hum kabhee na badhleyngey

Thum meri zindaqee me aa eethi
Ek parindey ki tharaa
Aakar dilme chaagaithi
Dilki dadhkan ki tharaa

Chaahat thi pyar ke
Jo sabke dilme hai
Inthizaar thi yaar ke
Jo meyre mann me hai

Jo dheyka khwaab tha
Wo such ab hogayaa
Wo chaaha pyar tha
Jo ab mujhe milgayaa

Jo baath hai theyre dilme
Humse nehee chupaana
Jo baath hai meyre dilme
Thujko hi hai bathaana

Dilme hai par neheehai
Lafzonme kyu neheehai
Eysi thum gumsum rehekar
Humkona yoo sathaana

Friendship often ends in love
But love in friendship rare

Can a heart that mourns
Take the bull by the horns

Who implores for your love may be your rival.
And who you hate and exclude may need you for survival.