I try to hold on to the sand,
That slips through my fingers.
The sand that is you,
In an hourglass of days and nights,
Spent in longing.
In tears.
sandglass – Bombay, 2000
I try to hold on to the sand,
That slips through my fingers.
The sand that is you,
In an hourglass of days and nights,
In tears.
