Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!
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.
More Deepali Singhvi Quotes
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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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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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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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Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.
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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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The sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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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My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.
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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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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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