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)
Chanda se bhi gori gori
Samne khadi hai wo chori
Dekhe mujhko chori chori
करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Music is the ocean
That pulls me to the shore.
Music is the rhythm
That m
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Walk with me along the path,
And reach up toward the sky.
I'll be right beside yo
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
chalo fir se hum bache ban jate hai
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