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)
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
KYA KAHTE HAI LOG KUCH SMJH
NAHI AATA.... ULJHI HU KHUD
KI HI PAHELIY
Tum ho ek anmol angoothi
Ya phir uska koi nageena
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Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Khamosh Muhabbat Ka Ehsaas Hai Wo,
Mere Khwahish Mere Jajbat Hai Wo,
Aksar Ye Khy
तू कर रहा सफ़र ,करके बन्द दरवाज़ा
ज
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
We loved being together, now we cry
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
