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)
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
But I have to be honest
I just don't know-how
My heart aches
For yet anot
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I opened my eyes
I looked to the sky
the birds were singing and whistling by
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इस
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
