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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.

Deepali Singhvi

Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Except Eyes Feeling Hurt Myself Tears Try
Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Expression Feeling Live Music
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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Break Life Love Mathematics Myself Simplicity Sing
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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Live Mindset Smile Time
Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep Ocean Promise Shy Sun
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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Break Eyes Myself Tears Yourself
A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Human Space Story
Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Mystery Stars
The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Acceptance Art Break Piece
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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

End Fantasy Love Sad Sea Smile Wings
Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Existence Love Myself
My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Gold Heart Myself Soul
The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Delicate Dream Heart Myself Wisdom
Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep Old Philosophy Truth
Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Heart One Liner Stop Time
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!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep Mindset Myself Peace

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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