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)
Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,
Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.
Shayad unhe tal
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a
आज रात फिर वही सन्नाटा है
ना तेरी आ
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इस
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
I think about you all the time.
You're always in my head.
I reread every text you
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
जान हथेली पर, एक दम में गंवा देंगे
