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    March 28, 2021
    Sunday

    When hearts hold more than they let you know, when smiles give a glimpse and won't tell stories alive in the kingdom of these hearts, when formalities is a routine of life replacing the routine of alive hearts holding each others hands as they dwell deeper into those realms where stories rule what once was ruled by souls, where a few thousands of words become powerful more than a million wishes and prayers and a hundred moments of tears in the name of love, where the surface is more precious than the depth once existing now the land on which steps up and stands all smiles showering glimpses of what they don't tell once a while, telling it's okay, affirming they know nothing and practicing to continue till dawn so they could enter the kingdom before the dusk and leave to smile, yet again. I wish I could see those realms meanwhile valuing those more like ever, again. Ever again.
    ©sunshinespectrum

  • sunshinespectrum 59w

    Today

    Today is March 28, 2021
    Sunday.
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  • sunshinespectrum 59w

    March 27, 2021
    Saturday

    While I can touch and see each one
    of them Vividly,
    Fine work costs me fine threads of gold,
    Fine memories, fine moments.
    Peace and Life.
    ©sunshinespectrum

  • sunshinespectrum 59w

    Today

    Today was March 27, 2021
    Saturday.
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  • sunshinespectrum 59w

    March 27, 2021
    Saturday

    It is said when you draw sixteen straight lines
    Crossing midway through a single point
    The number of points at the ends of each line
    are the number of Perspectives
    for a single thought,
    Thirty two
    For one tiny moment spent,
    All having ratios of what you see
    And what is seen by me,
    Of what you thought and what was thought by me,
    Of what was perceived to you
    Or what I chose to perceive,
    I wonder which one out of these
    We both would agree on,
    And which one out of these
    Was dear to you and dear to me.
    And which ones were dear to both of us,
    Just not the same, one for you
    And one for me.
    ©sunshinespectrum

  • sunshinespectrum 59w

    Today

    Today is 27th March, 2021
    Saturday.
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  • sunshinespectrum 60w

    Today

    Today was 26th March, 2021
    Saturday.
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  • sunshinespectrum 60w

    March 27, Saturday

    Muskura rahi thi
    Muskurate muskurate padhne lagi
    Woh jinse koi vasta na tha,
    Kuch hi pal me ansuon ki ek choti si boond boli
    Vasta toh hai, rasta na tha.
    Socha arre nhi ayi hai yeh abhi, wakt nhi hua;
    Toh zara aur paas akar boli muskurahat ke woh,
    Me nayi nhi hun Jo mujhe ana pade, tera wakt hai,
    Mera bhi tha.
    ©sunshinespectrum

  • sunshinespectrum 60w

    March 26, 2021
    Friday

    Jab khud sa rahi
    tune band kar diye darwaze sare,
    Jab khud ko dhala
    toh tune bola khud si hi rahun,
    Ye kaisa insaf hai re khuda,
    Tu hi bata darwaze nhi,
    toh dede khidki ka hi pata.
    ©sunshinespectrum

  • sunshinespectrum 60w

    March 26, 2021
    Friday

    A thousand words delivered at the door,
    gave a price for their value lost
    and the door then closed.

    A few of same gifted as bouquet well arranged,
    Received the price of a value lost before they came
    the door open, well embraced.

    How fair would it be to question their identity,
    Which was abundant of itself,
    Only when glimpses were shared
    the glitter sparkles
    more than just dust.
    The glitter is glitter,
    Not just dust.
    ©sunshinespectrum