Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
DEEPALI SINGHVIEddying 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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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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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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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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I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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 infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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 leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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