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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.

Deepali Singhvi

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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Break Eyes Myself Tears Yourself
The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep End Philosophy
Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Feeling Heart Love Music Poetry
The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Laughter Leave Nature Shy Smile
Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Existence Love Myself
Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Cry Fantasy Overcome
My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Gold Heart Myself Soul
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 SINGHVI

Day Flower Myself Philosophy
Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Deep Illusion Ourselves Philosophy Vision World
The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Darkness Growth Heart Myself
A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Human Space Story
Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Except Eyes Feeling Hurt Myself Tears Try
Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Mystery Reality Story Suffering
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.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

End Fantasy Love Sad Sea Smile Wings
The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Eyes Myself Sun Time Touch
Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
DEEPALI SINGHVI

Emotion Mystery Stars

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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