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)
ग़म छूपा हँसता चल
खुद को ही छलता चल
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे
ये अपना दिल
