Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!
DEEPALI SINGHVII 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!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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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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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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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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