Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
DEEPALI SINGHVIThoughts 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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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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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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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!
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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 glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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 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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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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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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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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