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)
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Tumhare khwabon mein..
Aasra mil gaya hai..
Tumhare ehsaas ne..
Manzil di
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
कोई आपके लिए रूपये खर्च करेगा तो कोई,
It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel alone,
A solo journey filled with struggl
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
