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)
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the
Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the
Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha
Wo mile is kadar
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
हम तुम्हारे फोन का इंतज़ार करते है <
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa
desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa
yahi
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
धन्य आज का मुक्ति-दिवस, गाओ जन-मंगल,
<Ishq karna toh lagta hai jaise
Maut se bhi badi saza hain,
Kya kisi se shikwa kar
