quotes
By G. Shastri
If someone snatches the pen, can I write you my fate with the ink of my eyes? Who lovely you, my loneliness, let me write my companions with the ink of my eyes.
Love has happened to me, it has happened for the first time, this is what has been waiting A stranger has been haunted ever since he appeared.
People write pain, we write prayers for them safely. The pain that has given me, we write with grace to write them.
Life has become so quiet, there is no noise, no one's coming or going. Some remained faithful, pen in hand and the tale of unfulfilled love on the walls.
The gathering is decorated, yet I see everyone lonely. The city of the unfaithful is yours, and here I write loyalty
If you ever come right in my street, I will lift the eyes from my lips. Let me lay my own strand in the path, let no thorn prick Sanam.
You are my song's aabru ho, I should write you respectful in every ghazal. You have taught me to write, I will write you first and last love
Even though your mind is filled, whenever I write I will write thirsty for you. If there is a distance between the two, what if I write your feeling in every song?