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)
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari... Network me aa awaaj nai aa rhi ^_^
Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari...
wah wah..
Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari...
जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
<bade dino baad mile pata hi nahi chala
बड़े दिनों बाद, आँखों में हम एक द
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
makaan jale to bima le sakte hai!
sapne jale to kya kiya jaay..
sher dahade to bh
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
मेरी आंखों का तारा ही, मुझे आंखें दिख
Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,
Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.
Bharat Ke Bhar
