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)
Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
बच्चा-बच्चा बन जाए सैनिक, गर बुरी नजर
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
Years have put space between us and now you seem
woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jisme zindagi hi naa **
koi gam nhi
aur
Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_
Bhut log juda hote h,
ek tum bhi shi...
Ab itni si baat pe,
kya jeena cho
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
