Tere Ishq Mein Ghayal -

So let me bleed. Let me stumble. Let me fall at your feet until my bones turn to dust.

I have become the madman at your door, the faqir who collects thorns as if they were roses. The world calls it a sickness. I call it ghayali —the holy wound. tere ishq mein ghayal

You are the knife and the balm. You are the one who broke my ribs open, then filled my hollow chest with moonlight. So let me bleed