My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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.
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Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
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My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.
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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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 spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
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Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.
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I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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