A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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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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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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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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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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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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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 leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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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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