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)
zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo
kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man
ki bhi kar le ni chahiy
kunki ye zindgi b
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
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
