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)
अरूजे कामयाबी पर कभी तो हिन्दुस्तां
Amazing and beautiful,
not a flower or a tree.
Much prettier than that,
a
सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी त
Na haath ek Shastra ho
Na haath ek astra ho
Na anna
तेरी दोस्ती की आदत सी पड़ गयी है मुझे,
अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Do not judge me
From the outside,
Because all you will see
Is my stupid p
