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)
Darkness unfolds when one man's touch
Caresses the body you cherish so much
You c
Shaam tak jhoojh, sab bhool ke paseena baha…
Thak bhi Raha hai to Maa ka maayus ch
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...
Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
still hold the most space in our hearts.
And then I realized
that to be
more alive
I had to
be less
<Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Jo ek bar ho jae mohbbat to fir kisi or se nhi hoti...
Kisi ko tut kar chahne se mohabbat nhi hoti ,
kisi ko pane ki khwahish rakhne se m
A flea and a fly flew in a flue.
"We're" imprisoned, they said, but what could they do?
Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do,
I need help and I need it from you.