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 make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
Dosti Wo Nahi Hoti Jo Jaan Deti Hai,
I so loved you
I so loved you from the start,
You had a special place in my heart,
<If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refine
Mere dard ko kisne dekha hai,
jisne dekha hai mujhe haste dekh hai,
akser rota ha
I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.
I was too careless. I was too sla
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
आज रात फिर वही सन्नाटा है
ना तेरी आ
