The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
DEEPALI SINGHVIThe 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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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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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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 state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.
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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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The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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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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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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