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)
तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इस
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
I once knew a man who lived in a jar,
for a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
I a
There's a place on each road...
Where the street ends...
Well, there's one in you
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
When you are sad,
and you feel you can't go on.
Tears well in your eyes
and the pa
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
