Zindagi ke joh chaurahe hote hai na woh rukne ke liye hote hai, sochne samajhne ke liye hote hai ... lekin yeh dil joh hai na yeh sochta nahi hai, yeh sirf dhadakta hai ... it's the head that thinks

Kya yeh theek hai ki paramparaen banane waala insaan hi paramparaon ki bali chadta rahe ... paramparaen jeeye insaan marta rahe ... paramparaen badi zindagi kuch bhi nahi hai?

Tum is samaaj ke liye sivah maut aur andhere ke kuch nahi ho

Kitna bhi bhaago, apni maut se nahi bhaag sakte ... aur tumhari maut mere haathon likhi hai

Manzil tak pahunchne ke liye hosh nahi ... josh ki zaroorat hoti hai

Koi Hindu ya Musalman nahi hota ... sab log hote hai

Mera dharm hai aapki maut

Bhagwan ne har shaitaan ke liye ek devta banaya hai

Aaj ke baad tu hi nahi ... uski maut bhi usse talash karegi

Main maangta nahi ... cheenta hoon!

Joh sher bhagwan se nahi darta ... woh bhagwan ke kutto se kya darega

Main ginta nahi, cheenta hoon ... ginne waale kamzor hote hai

Shraddha ka toh supermarket hai hamara desh ... jiska basement andh-shraddha ke parking se full hai

Shopping karne gaye the yah shoplifting?

Koi bhi apni jagah se ek kadam bhi nahi hilega ... varna kadam baad mein rakhoge jaan pehle jayegi

Khoon bahane se nafrat badti hai ... faisla nahi hota

Maa ka khoon chaatne wali kutte jaisi zabaan se main apna naam nahi sunana chahta

Auraton ke shareer ka sauda karke daulat kamane waale log toh maine dekhe the ... lekin apni maa ka sauda karne waala dalaal maine apni zindagi mein pehli baar dekha hai

Aaj ki tarikh mere hi khoon se likhi jani chahiye

Jiska koi nahi hota uska yorker hota hai ... iske samne malik bhi naukar hota hai