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)
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
प्यारी जग से न्यारी माँ,
खुशियां द
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
Na haath ek Shastra ho
Na haath ek astra ho
Na anna veer vastra ho
Hato n
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
मेहनत सीढियों की तरह होती हैं,
“औ
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge
aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
