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)
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Behti jahan gyaan ki dhara,
Vo bharat hume jaan se pyara,
Sita ram ki dhara hai j
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada
Jab aaj mere saamne,
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
धन्य आज का मुक्ति-दिवस, गाओ जन-मंगल,
<khuda ease logo se milata hi kun hai
pyar ke ujale me gum ka andhera ata kyu hai,
jisko hum chahe wahi rulata kyu hai,
Kuch Uljhe Sawalo Se Darta Hai Dil,
Jane Kyun Tanhai Mein Bikharta Hai Dil,
Kisi
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
