The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
DEEPALI SINGHVIProhibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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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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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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Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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