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)
किसी पेड़ की छाँव में किसी की राह त
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When ste
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye
us nile aasman se,
Mit jate hain nafrat bhi
koi pagal kehta hai to koi diwana kehta hai
me tumse dur kese rahun tu mujhse dur kese ra
गांधी, तिलक, सुभाष, जवाहर का प्यारा यह
Aaj fir humari nazare mili
Vo mujhe dekhkar muskurane lagi
Uske hotho ki hasi muj
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,
dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,
sikhay
