The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
DEEPALI SINGHVIFear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.
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Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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I cried so much that my tears, made up a sea, I survived sailing in that teary sea, to reach the shore, which, at first, didn’t have a door for me!
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
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Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
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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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