Syamala Gangula
Drama Romance
To him,
her eyes seem to know ways
to every place
that his striving soul longs to gaze.
To her,
his eyes seem to chase ways
to set ablaze
that don't lead to her soul's grace.
Language Of Y...
Conversation ...
Discover My R...
Waves Of Hope
Disappearing ...
Love Theme
Our Time And ...
Love Battle
Sense of Sond...
Unbidden Thou...
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
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..
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
I look up in the skies in search of hope, I look up in the skies in search of hope,
In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks. In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks.
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
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,
I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys, I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys,
A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while, A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while,