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)
kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge
aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge
Tum hara nidnay hi tey karta hai
Bahut se log keahte hai ki hum,
Karmo ke adhin hai ,kuchh kehtae hai
Ki hum
Suna hai Sau raaste jaate hai usski jaanib ki taraf ...
mujhe ek bhi nai mil raha, lagata
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
sadeav apni chhoti se chhoti
galtiyon se bachne ki koshish karen
kunki ek g
ना मुसलमान खतरे में है, ना हिन्दू खतर
You tried so hard to win his love
You put your heart out on the line
He puts you
गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |
वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया
जो हमस
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......
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