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)
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
I don’t know enough about anything
to be anybody but a stranger.
Isn’
I'm sorry for everything you've been through
It must've been very hard on you
I'm sorry
I’m going to be famous!
I’m going to be great!
For every award
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Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein
Kisko nahi behna pada
सोचता हूं कहूं वो इंकार न कर दें. .
क
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
ITIHAS ON ME NAAM LIKHA MERA DESH
यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,
सजा – संवार
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.
Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati
