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)
प्यार, एक शब्द भर होता
तो पोंछ देती
झुकी कमर सीधी की
माथे से पसीना पोछ
जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता है
The Ghost Of My Past
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
tu khud ki khoj mein nikal
tu kis liye hataash hai
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Kabhi tum muje kareeb se aa k dekhna
Aise nahi jara aur paas aa k dekhna,
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My heart feels like it's torn in two,
Why can't I just be with you?
Every day ano
