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)
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
Har pal ne kaha ek pal se…
Pal bhar ke liye aap mere samne aa jao…
You say you love me
you say you care
But when you look into my eyes
I see
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,
Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,
Kit
such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta
tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta
mere hone ya na hone se
billkul bu
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
Socha tha k apne ruthe huye yar ko manau
Ja ke uske daman mein toot kar bikhar jaau
