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)
न मैं गिराऔर न मेरी उम्मीदों के मीनार
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
हज़ा
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
