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)
Ab kadwi lage aisi baat
Bade hotey-hotey ham sacchai ki rah se bhatakne lag jate ha
The bond of friendship is everlasting
True friends never say good-bye
There is pu
What makes a nation's pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it migh
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
मेरी आंखों का तारा ही, मुझे आंखें दिख
Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_
Bhut log juda hote h,
ek tum bhi shi...
Ab itni si baat pe,
kya jeena cho
जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा
