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)
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
घोर अंधकार हो,
चल रही बयार हो,
आज
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
aapki zindgi me ye mayne nahi rakhta ki,
aapne zindgi ko kitna jiya,
balki maayne
