Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
Reflected moonbeams in the sand.
Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.
Sand is soft and white, kissing your foot like clean water.
There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
As well as for the starry worlds above our heads
(supposedly the same for each, if only we knew it),
But it’s more important to know that the grains of sand
Grow constantly in number and the deserts are getting bigger
And the stars are biding their time.
(Peter Waters)
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
जब कभी दुःखने लगे दिल, जब कभी मन छलक जा
ऐसी अटल अवस्था में भी, कल क्यों पल-पल ट
क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की
सब आप बता
Tujhe Bhool Kar Bhi Na Bhool
Payenge HumBas Yahi Ek Wada Nibha
हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे
BHAROSA KHUD PAR RAKHO
TO TAKAT BAN JATI HAI
OR DUSRO PAR RAKHO TO&nb
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
