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)
मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Hum sare waadon ko nibhayenge
Zindagi ko safal banayenge
Tum jo sang bane raho
Na thi kisi ki himmat koi aankh na dikhata tha
Ab kaha chali gyi hain humari androoni sha
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refine
Do pal ki zindgani hai,
Aaj batch pan, fir khatam kahani hai,
Chalo hans kar jiya
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
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