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)
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
Shaam ka dhalta sooraj hu main
Halki iss aag mei sulagta hu main
Raat ka andhera
चाँद को भी हमने तुम्हारे लिए सजाया है
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
तुम्हे सच में फर्क नहीं पड़ता,
मेरे
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge
aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada
Jab aaj mere saamne,
सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तन
