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)
Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,
Ban
I accept you in confidence,
I listen and admire your wisdom.
We are one when we are tog
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
Tum hara nidnay hi tey karta hai
Bahut se log keahte hai ki hum,
Karmo ke adhin hai ,kuchh kehtae hai
Ki hum
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<This feeling inside, I cannot hide.
This feeling inside, I can't deny.
उतरा तेरे किनारे जब कारवां हमारा ॥
<My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
