Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of 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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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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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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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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