Shristee Singh
Drama
It was the rush hour of the morn
Between several work I was torn
Keeping the bread to toast
Least I forsee it to roast
When fumes came I looked at it with scorn.
Flying Fish
Shailputri
Knock Knock
Dreams
Smoke
Charred..
Anklet
Winter At Gra...
Super Hero
a heart for m...
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,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
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..
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
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.
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
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.
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...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
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