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)
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स
Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nhi Pata...
Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nh Pata Mai Apny Aap Mein...
Har Baar Tujh ko Tujh Sy He..Churany Ko Je
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
पहले दोस्त, दोस्त की मदद करता था दोस्
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
