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)
Forgive me, my friend,
If I ever ask about it,
The long-distance and parting,
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the cloud
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
Do I love you?
Look into my eyes.
The shine you see is the light of my soul.
tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi
saath tere mujhe rehna hai
tu is mo
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
वह देश, देश क्या है, जिसमेंलेते हों
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
She wants a man
I can be that man
I will treat her right
as right as a sh
