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)
फिर मिलेंगे ये सोचकर हम दोनो तसल्ली क
तुम्हे सच में फर्क नहीं पड़ता,
मेरे
परिवर्तन नियम है जीवन का,
Pyara Hindustan Hain
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of Gol
ऐसी अटल अवस्था में भी, कल क्यों पल-पल ट
हर ख़ुशी तकलीफ, साथ साथ जिया करते थे
रात भर रोती रही वो आँखें,
जाने किसक
Dikha do duniya ko
Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,
Pa lo apni manzil ko
Ek
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
