Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
DEEPALI SINGHVITruth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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 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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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