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)
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
तीन-चार फूल है,
आस-पास धूल है,
बा
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक
Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho
Aisa lage zindagi se koi shikayat na ho
Phir
रात भर रोती रही वो आँखें,
जाने किसक
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