A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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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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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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 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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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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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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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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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