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)
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
You have a friend in me,
Don't try and hide your feelings because your best friend can se
Sachi dosti ko ek rishta mil jata hai
प्यार को मत समझो पूरा
उसका पहला अक
की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,
Jab Tanha Tanha Hote Ho,
Aawaaz Mujhe Tum Diya Karo,
Har Dhadkan M
