Fear 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.
DEEPALI SINGHVII 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!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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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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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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