Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
DEEPALI SINGHVI- My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
DEEPALI SINGHVI
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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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.
DEEPALI SINGHVIFear 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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
DEEPALI SINGHVITime stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.
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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!
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe 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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A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
DEEPALI SINGHVIA 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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
DEEPALI SINGHVIPetals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
DEEPALI SINGHVIAdd the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
DEEPALI SINGHVI -
Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
DEEPALI SINGHVIProhibited 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!
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!
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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 SINGHVIThe 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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Coping with love’s aftertaste, my fractal feelings sprint in haste, my mellow neurons transmit tears, like a cascade of caramel latte.
DEEPALI SINGHVICoping 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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
DEEPALI SINGHVITied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe 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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