The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.
DEEPALI SINGHVIRainbows 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 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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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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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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The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!
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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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Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!
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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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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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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 sensation of the sunshine sparkles my eyelids from time to time.
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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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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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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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