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)
Shaam tak jhoojh, sab bhool ke paseena baha…
Thak bhi Raha hai to Maa ka maayus ch
My darling, remember those days long ago,
When we both held hands through rain and snow?<
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
Saanso mei basne laga hai tu
Neendo mei jagane laga hai tu
Duao mei aane laga hai
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
kub tak door rahoge tum hum se
kab tak raho gay aakhir yun dur dur tum hum se,
aakhir tum milna hum se ek din zaroor,
ऐसी कहाँ मेरी किस्मत कि आपका प्यार हम
