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)
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
जहां तेरे पैरों के कँवल गिरा करते थे
aaj wo mera naam bhul gay unko shayad oata nahi ki me kon hun
jikrra
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise
Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise
Narm eh
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा क
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
