Síñdhùja Selvakumar
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Hopping in the warm seashore
I greeted you, Signor,
A moment of silence
I dropped my balance
Gripping me in his arms
I fell for his charms
Magic befell
It was hope in hell
Love in June
You stood as the man in the moon.
Bozzo, The Do...
Void
Loneliness
A Story I Ask...
The woman in ...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored, A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored,
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
Very nice... Very nice...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once. When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once.
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice.. Nice..
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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