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)
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
सोचता हूं कहूं वो इंकार न कर दें. .
क
Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum
Teri khushi ke liye marna pade, mar jaye hum
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Ab humein neend nahi aati,
Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,
Subah hone hi
करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों
Best friends stick together till the end.
They are like a straight line that will not ben
Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise
Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein
Baat
tumko paakar, tumhen khona nahi hai,
jaanu mera dil rota hai,
pathar se dil ka py
