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)
कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी
हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है
हर कदम संभा
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
जीवन और शतरंज में
आता नहीं है ठहरा
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
