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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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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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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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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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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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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.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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 state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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