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)
such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta
tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta
mere hone ya na hone se
billkul bu
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
Bus yahi dua mangi thi bhagwaan se,
Dena mujhe hausna ladne ka insaan se,<
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
jo mit gaya who jee gya
moond kar
मैं लिखता हूँ,
कागज और कलम से प्यार
There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
