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Saturday, August 7, 2010

 
If we stand in the eye of calmness,
There will be no market for bleakness,
Every little joy will be cherished,
Even the wintry nights will be treasured.




16 comments:

DiDo said...

So true :)) ...ur the bestt girl

ambiguous_angel said...

amazing photo.
and beautiful writing..:)

Anonymous Someone said...

And then I'll learn to grow younger each day and be a kid one day for sure.

Nice one Sunakshi.

Cheers
Blasphemous Aesthete

~*~Insomnia Prevails~*~ said...

Beautiful lines!!

You're an awesome writer!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Thanks for sharing those wonderful words, so pleasurable to read.

Yvonne.

♥ Chocolate lover ♥ said...

awwwwwww
thats awesome ^^

Sam Liu said...

Poignant, transporting poetry. The rhythm and synergy of your words is beautiful.

Komal Ali said...

Awesomeness. :) True.

Sidrah said...

so true! You write good =)

<3

ritika said...

Wow, u are a fab poet!!

Awesome girl, i like ur blog so very much!:) keep blogging!

Being Pramoda... said...

TRUE...

i liked the pic in ur previous post.. so good..

Shahid Ansari said...

Every single moment is so precious.we come to know when it passes.

maverick said...

tht is very nice poetry :) nice blog

iamyuva said...

'even wintry night'.. oh wintry night bring the romance. may be if i can..

'Even wintry day..'

♫♪♥Lonely Dreamer♥♪♫ said...

Lovely picture and lovely lines :)
Love your blog ♥♥

The Silhouette said...

Hey,
that was sweet, simple n true...

Regards,
The Silhouette...

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