Time is Sleeping

Posted on 13th Dec 2014 10:52 am by mohit kumar

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)

Other poetry

The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

Teri Dosti Par Naaj Bhi Hain

तेरी कमी भी है, तेरा साथ भी है,

तू दू

Aansu Ache Nahi Lagte

 

Tere khoobsurat aankhon mein aansoo achche nahin lagte,

Chaahe jitnaa bhi

My Careless Whisper

A sparkling flame uploading your name 

I had no time for a foolish game 

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Sometimes I Feel Like Crying

But I have to be honest

I just don't know-how

My heart aches

For yet anot

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

Could You Be The One?

It feels good to be in your arms,

to feel the warmth of your touch.

I love to loo

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

Clearing The Way

I have waited quite a long time to get old,

So I think I should try to enjoy it.

PARIWAR HUM DO PAR HI SIMAT GAYA

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