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)
तीन-चार फूल है,
आस-पास धूल है,
बा
जाग रहे हम वीर जवान,
कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,
yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa
desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa
yahi
होठों पे सच्चाई रहती है, जहां दिल में
When you are sad,
and you feel you can't go on.
Tears well in your eyes
and the pa
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI
GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI
OUKA KA PATA CHALTA HAI
BADTE HAI JUB HATH UTHANE KO&nb
KYA KAHTE HAI LOG KUCH SMJH
NAHI AATA.... ULJHI HU KHUD
KI HI PAHELIY
