Joel Johny
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Food For Thou...
A Play Called...
It's Me
I'll Leave Yo...
Broken Record
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You're Strong
Voiceless Tho...
The Prodigal ...
January Night
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..
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,
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
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!
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
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...
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...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
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,
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,
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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