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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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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 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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Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!
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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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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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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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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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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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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