The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.
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A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!
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The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!
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The nerves and the turns of time try to dial a smile-every another mile, of whiles and lives, but all they are prompted to is “non-reachable”, because of the route of the mind.
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Coping with love’s aftertaste, my fractal feelings sprint in haste, my mellow neurons transmit tears, like a cascade of caramel latte.
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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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