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)
Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,
Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.
Shayad unhe tal
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
He says he loves me, but loves her too,
He can't decide between me and you.
Frien
मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin
Amazing and beautiful,
not a flower or a tree.
Much prettier than that,
a
उसने होठो से छू कर दरिया का पानी
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
अरूजे कामयाबी पर कभी तो हिन्दुस्तां
