Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
DEEPALI SINGHVITied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
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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 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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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!
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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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