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)
Diye Toh Aandhi Mein Bhi Jala Karte Hain,
Choices...
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Maps are complicated
if you aren’t familiar with the place.
True love is measured by how deep you fall
And judged by how low you are w
Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,
three frog baby
Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother
