The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!
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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Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.
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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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Add the frozen dreams, to the passionate flavor, in you and there you are, having the best of you!
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Truth never ages-old, It is as deep as the universe.
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Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!
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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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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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The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.
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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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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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I cried so much that my tears, made up a sea, I survived sailing in that teary sea, to reach the shore, which, at first, didn’t have a door for me!
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Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.
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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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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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