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)
Baby, I guess it was never meant to be.
I miss what we used to be,
but baby, can'
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets
अगर इश्क़ कोई जुर्म नहीं, फिर ये सजा क्
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
बडाह
उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा
