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)
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri
दोस्ती
प्यार का मीठा दरिया है,पुक
Formula Kisi Dusri Pe Try Kar Skta Hu
Tujhe pane ke liye kuchh bhi kar sakta hu,
Tere pyar mein jee aur mar sakt
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
bade dino baad mile pata hi nahi chala
बड़े दिनों बाद, आँखों में हम एक द
