The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
DEEPALI SINGHVITruth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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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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Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!
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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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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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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 state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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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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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