The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
DEEPALI SINGHVIPetals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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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 state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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