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)
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
बनते बिगड़ते हालातों का
हिसाब है ज
HAR NAZAARA RANGIN HO JATA HAI
Jab tu banke humsafar mera sath deta hai,
Har mushkil safar asaan ho jata hain.
&
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,
Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu
Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein
Kisko nahi behna pada
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
sadeav apni chhoti se chhoti
galtiyon se bachne ki koshish karen
kunki ek g
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
