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)
Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise
Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein
Baat
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
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Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan
kabhi matlabi
nahi hota...
Jise apni
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now I cringe just a little.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
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