Swetha Srivarna
Drama
Bound by time
Her thoughts bounced,
For she dreamt of boundaries beyond;
Breaking the stigma
She stood bliss,
Burrowing the sorrow deep within.
Buried Happin...
Nature's Mast...
Musical Thoug...
Exquisite Ess...
To Fall All O...
The Eggs of L...
I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries, I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries,
To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀ To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀
She used to smile all the time, She used to smile all the time,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone, I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone,
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
Let's pull off this disparity, can't we? Let's pull off this disparity, can't we?
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
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