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.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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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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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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 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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Rainbows of emotions ring our hearts to enjoy and feel songs of love’s cappuccino yearning to be a poetic vow!
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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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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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