Eddying towards my zero points four mystery misted pens naked nib, the stars splash starlight ridden waves, on my ever-circling emotions.
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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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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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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The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.
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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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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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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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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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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 glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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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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