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)
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?
Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir
Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
Aur badalke is rishte ko dh
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
She wants a man
I can be that man
I will treat her right
as right as a sh
आओ जिंदगी को गाते चले, कुछ बातें मन की
TERE INTEZAR SE MOHABBAT KI HAI
तेरे लिबास से मोहब्बत की हैं,
तेरे
True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri
Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.
Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati
