Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
DEEPALI SINGHVIUnexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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 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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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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 glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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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 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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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