Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
DEEPALI SINGHVIA 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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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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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 glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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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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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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