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)
कहते हैं ज़िन्दगी का दूसरा नाम इम्तिह
कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
यदि एक औरत
अपने आत्मसम्मान के ल
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
हज़ा
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
your eyes are so dreamy
your lips are so soft
your body is so lovely
why
Dil me teri muhabbat ka kalma bar bar padta hoon
Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoo
ESA DIN NA AY TUMHARE BAGAIR REHNE KA
इश्क़ किया है तुमसे तुम्हारी इबादत की
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
