Swarnali Nath
Drama
Dear Maa,
Whenever I am surrounded by the darkness,
I find light in you.
Whenever I reach under the scorching sun,
I find shelter in you.
Whatever it takes me to define life,
I find my words in you.
The Light
Come Alive
The Tune Of T...
We Could Have
Calling Of De...
The Seeking W...
The Boon Of R...
The Wanderess
Colours Of Lo...
Return
You know you're doomed When its 2.30 and you're locked up in your room, You know you're doomed When its 2.30 and you're locked up in your room,
She flew high up in the sky waving To the bicycle at her door, She flew high up in the sky waving To the bicycle at her door,
It's not about You my love, Not even about Me, It's not about You my love, Not even about Me,
Let me be raised, No less than a male... Let me be raised, No less than a male...
When I come to the end of my Journey When I come to the end of my Journey
When the heart cries from deep anguish When the heart cries from deep anguish
I wanna see the earth through the bird's eye, I wanna see the earth through the bird's eye,
Hanging retort shaped nests woven from leaves, Knot grass strips while building nests to weaves..... Hanging retort shaped nests woven from leaves, Knot grass strips while buildi...
Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are scores of hundreds... Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are score...
You ever wonder what's it like in the back of a restaurant? You ever wonder what's it like in the back of a restaurant?
After all, we are all imperfect After all, we are all imperfect
And I was a bird, afraid to fly. You so patiently gave me wings.... And I was a bird, afraid to fly. You so patiently gave me wings....
The unforeseen luck of a curse, The unforeseen miracle of the universe, The unforeseen luck of a curse, The unforeseen miracle of the universe,
I am going back to the known, yet I am scared. I am going back to the known, yet I am scared.
The story is thin and wavering, White as a face in the First apple blossoms... The story is thin and wavering, White as a face in the First apple blossoms.....
Sorry babes, you're more than being fond of to me. You're a tender. Sorry babes, you're more than being fond of to me. You're a tender.
The grave full of dead people; buried and all The grave full of dead people; buried and all
This Huffing honour domineers, In breasts alone where he has place... This Huffing honour domineers, In breasts alone where he has place...
Men who write, ballads and prose Men who write, ballads and prose
With deep wounds carrying in my heart, I sit down to put my sorrows in the form of art. With deep wounds carrying in my heart, I sit down to put my sorrows in the f...
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