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)
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
जिस क्षण तुम मुझे स्वयं से अलग करो,
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,
Do pal ki zindgani hai,
Aaj batch pan, fir khatam kahani hai,
Chalo hans kar jiya
मैं ना जानू दोस्त तेरे दूर हो जाने के
