Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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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.
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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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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