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)
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
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 want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
KHO GAYI HAI MANJILE, MIT GAY HAI SARE RASTE
SIRF GARDISH HI GARDISH,AB HAI MERE VASTE,
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo de
कुछ लोग जो ज़्यादा जानते हैं, इन्सान
चूड़ियों के बीच तेरी गुस्से भरी आवाज
Today is a time for fireworks and fun
But we shouldn’t forget its re
Aasman mei iss aadhe-adhure chand ke sath
Dil ke dar-o-deewar mei dard utar aaya hai
