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)
Usko chaha bhi to izhar karna na aaya,
katt gayee umar sari humein pyar karna na aaya,
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
Kismat kismat ki baat hai
Jab se mila hu tujhse,
Tu mere sath hai
Kismat
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Yaad to aati hogi tumko rulati hogi
Meri tasvir tumhe roj r
log kehte hai jamin par kisi ko khuda nahi milta
लोग कहते हैं ज़मीं पर किसी को खुदा नह
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वा
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
