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...
Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but got trapped immediat... Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but ...
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
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..
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom. On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
Stranger......... Stranger.........
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Tonight I exist, tomorr... I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Ton...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines
She always loved To be like Mom, her replica She always loved To be like Mom, her replica
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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