The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
DEEPALI SINGHVINothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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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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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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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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