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 love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without h
EK SAINIK NE KYA KHUB KAHA HAI
Ek Sainik Ne Kya Khoob Kaha Hai...
Kisi Gajare Ki Khushbu Ko Mehakta Chhod Aaya Hu,
Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai...
Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai,,
Tumhari 'jaun' 'jaun' ne humara dam nikal
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refine
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hop
When we converse, it's just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it en
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
