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)
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से
Kabhi kisi se ho larna,
To mujhe Disturb Mat karna,
Kisi shadi Mein Jana ho,
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
हरी भरी धरती हो
नीला आसमान रहे
मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ
azadi hum hargiz hata nahi sakte
अपनी आज़ादी को हम हरगिज़ मिटा सकते नह
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
I hate this feeling of being so lonely,
Without someone around who underst
Shh...listen, don't you hear?
I'm crying, but they are silent tears.
