The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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 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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
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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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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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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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 leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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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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