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)
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,
Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.
Bharat Ke Bhar
sachi dosti me har ek naya rishta mil jata hai
प्यार को मत समझो पूरा उसका पहला अक्षर
You're sucrose, you're glucose,
You're fructose and more,
From your head to your
still hold the most space in our hearts.
And then I realized
that to be
more alive
I had to
be less
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