Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe 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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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 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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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.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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 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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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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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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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 spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
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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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