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)
Walk with me along the path,
And reach up toward the sky.
I'll be right beside yo
phir aaj koi gazal tere naam na ho jaye
kahin likhte likhte shaam na ho ja
अरूजे कामयाबी पर कभी तो हिन्दुस्तां
Go With Grace अपना निवाला छोड़कर मेरी खातिर तुमने Can there be anything more lovely Then the beauty of a tree? Her leaves shimmerin prrem or tyaag ke dhage se juda hota hai, ek vishwas dosti kaa! duniyan ke sabhi Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love? You poison me with your eyes, Your lips curving, drawing me in. How can you trust I hate this feeling of being so lonely, Without someone around who underst
"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
