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)
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of Gol
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko
Mein apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko.
Dil karta hai apna bana loon tujhko.
Marr
Kya khub likha hai kisi ne Kya khub
likha hai kisi ne, bakhsh deta hai
&nbs
LAGTA HAI US SE MOHABBAT HONE LAGI HAI
Surat na dekhi maine uski
Moorat phir bhi uski ban ne lagi hai
Din ko
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Dosti Wo Nahi Hoti Jo Jaan Deti Hai,
