Nothing was trying to hurt me, except my own thoughts, which felt like needles, trying to stitch tears within my eyes.
DEEPALI SINGHVITruth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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 glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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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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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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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