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)
loki bolla sun ri muli,
kahan chali tu dukheli dukheli
What if Alok Nath was in Dhoom 3:
Bande Hain Hum Sanskari
Hum Pe Kiska Zor
Sans
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_
Bhut log juda hote h,
ek tum bhi shi...
Ab itni si baat pe,
kya jeena cho
Meri har tamanna adhuri thi tujhe pane se pahle
En tamanno ko aaj jine ki bajah likh
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
coffee is
all well
and good
I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
KHO GAYI HAI MANJILE, MIT GAY HAI SARE RASTE
SIRF GARDISH HI GARDISH,AB HAI MERE VASTE,
