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)
Behti jahan gyaan ki dhara,
Vo bharat hume jaan se pyara,
Sita ram ki dhara hai j
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
नींद तो अब भी नहीं आती,
भुख तो अब भी
देश लूटने की खातिर पग-पग पर दुश्मन बै
आओ जिंदगी को गाते चले, कुछ बातें मन की
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो
उसक
um jo kahte hume
Hum jaan laga dete
Aangan aapka sajane
Hum sara aasman s
A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows
Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows
