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)
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
जान हथेली पर, एक दम में गंवा देंगे
यूँ तो शराफत और सादगी लुभाती थी मुझको
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
As I sit in my corner and think about your lies,
I have nothing else to do but break down
