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)
तीन-चार फूल है,
आस-पास धूल है,
बा
कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
Par bolo toote pyaalon par
Jeevan mein madhu ka pyaala tha
Tumne tan man mein daala tha
Ishq Aur Dosti Meri Zindgi Ke Do Jahan Hain,
Ishq Meri Rooh Toh Dosti Mera
You make me feel so real
I lay awake at night thinking of you
I close my eyes and
BEWAJAH HUM MOHABBAT KARTE THE
Aankhein jo khuli thi to unhe apne kareeb paya naa tha
Kabhi they ruh mein shamil aaj unk
शांति अमन चैन रहे,
खुशहाली छाये
चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं
लौट कर
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
