Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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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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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 spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
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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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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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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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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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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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