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)
Aapse itni door hone ke bawjud
Hum to aapko har roz dekha karte hai
<I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai
dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha
sadeav apni chhoti se chhoti
galtiyon se bachne ki koshish karen
kunki ek g
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
<You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
A friend like you is always there
A friend like you is like a dream
A friend like
यह अतीत कल्पना,
यह विनीत प्रार्थन
कुछ छोटे सपनो के बदले,बड़ी नींद का सौ
