Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
DEEPALI SINGHVIStitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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 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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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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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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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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