dharmika sisodiya
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Time Intrigue...
Dreams
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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