Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
DEEPALI SINGHVITied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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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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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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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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 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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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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