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)
What She Is To Me
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
Everlastingly Friendship
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
ajnabee the or ajnabee hai
मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की निशानी है,जो तू समझे तो मोती है, ना समझे तो
JAB HUM BICHAD JAYENGE
एक दिन जब हम बिछड़ जाएंगे
Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
khamosh mat raho
जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता हैदिल न चाह कर भी, खामोश रह जाता हैकोई सब कुछ कहकर,
AZADI KA ARTH
म नन्हें-मुन्ने हैं बच्चे,
boyfriens ki marzi kaa intzaar
उनकी मर्ज़ी हो तो वो हम से बात करते है
JO MERE NAAM KE DANE HAI
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