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)
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye
us nile aasman se,
Mit jate hain nafrat bhi
यदि एक औरत
अपने आत्मसम्मान के ल
ना मुसलमान खतरे में है, ना हिन्दू खतर
He says he loves me, but loves her too,
He can't decide between me and you.
Frien
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
