Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
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Kyun tujhko dekhna chahti hai meri aankhein,
Kyu khamoshiya karti hai bas teri baatein,
Kyu itna chahane laga hu tujhko mai,
Ki taare ginte hue kat-ti hai meri raatein,
Tu hi kuch bata de kya mai karu inka,
Har pal jo mujhe tadpati hai teri yaadein.

Bikhre Hue Tukde Chunkar Teri Yaadon Ke,
Beete Lamho Ki Tasveer Banata Hun,
Har Khushi Apni Tere Naam Likh Ke,
Tere Dukhon Ko Apni Taqdeer Banata Hun.

Jaan se bhi zyaada unhe pyaar kiya karte the,
Yaad unhe din raat kiya karte the,
Ab un raahon se guzra nahi jaata,
Jahan baith kar unka intezaar kiya karte the.

Na Jane Kab Wo Haseen Raat Hogi,
Jab Unki Nigahe Humari Nigaho Ke Saath Hogi,
Baithe Hai Hum Uss Raat Ke Intezaar Main,
Jab Unke Hontho Ki Surkhiya Hamare Honthon Ke Saath Hogi.

Saans Tham Jati Hai Par Jaan Nahi Jati,
Dard Hota Hai Par Aawaz Nahi Aati,
Ajeeb Log Hai Is Zamane Main,
Koi Bhul Nahi Pata Aur Kisi Ko Yaad Nahi Aati.