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)
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है
हर कदम संभा
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
<महके बीस गुलाब गंध बाँटे खुशहाली
Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,
Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
My turn signal wasn’t working,
So I asked for help from a friend.
"Stand be
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
