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)
Jeevan mein madhu ka pyaala tha
Tumne tan man mein daala tha
यूँ जिन्दगी के ख्वाब दिखा गया कोई,
श्वेत, सर्द आनन्दमय चाँद की मोहब्बत भ
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
कभी धूप कभी छाया है
कभी सत्य कभी मा
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
मैं यादों की किताब खोलू तो कुछ हंसते
Best friends stick together till the end.
They are like a straight line that will not ben
jiwan ki dhara chalne do
जीवन की धरा को अविरल बहने दो
कर्म के पथ
