The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
DEEPALI SINGHVII 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!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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 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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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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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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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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 cried so much that my tears, made up a sea, I survived sailing in that teary sea, to reach the shore, which, at first, didn’t have a door for me!
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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 infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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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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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