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)
हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे
कसम से मेरे अंदर कुछ तो कमाल कर गया बह
तुम आओ तो
इस बार लौट कर मत जाना।
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Tujhse Milne Ko Bhi Hum Machal jatey hain
तुझसे मिलने को कभी हम जो मचल जात
आज तिरंगा फहराता है अपनी
When you are sad,
and you feel you can't go on.
Tears well in your eyes
and the pa
जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
