Sharada Lakshmanan
Abstract
Spaces
Spaces are sacred
Space to grow
Space to write
Space to live
Space to die
Space for rebirth
Space to nurture
Mind, Matter ...
Forgotten Dre...
Time travel
So I fell below the Mango tree on whose end she lived green. So I fell below the Mango tree on whose end she lived green.
The frothing, foaming surface of chestnut brown; The cheery, carefree whistle of the kettle loud, y... The frothing, foaming surface of chestnut brown; The cheery, carefree whistle o...
The skill to overcome odds comes from within, rather than without, The skill to overcome odds comes from within, rather than without,
Your heart his dwelling place Your heart his dwelling place
Mind that feared to soar Soar above my doubts and fears Mind that feared to soar Soar above my doubts and fears
You're the prettiest soul I've ever met, You're the beautiful person I've ever seen, You're the prettiest soul I've ever met, You're the beautiful person I've eve...
I saw myself in the broken mirror It was not me, it's a stranger I saw myself in the broken mirror It was not me, it's a stranger
As thoughts and ideas converge on what to write, Instantaneously am reminded of nature's unfatho... As thoughts and ideas converge on what to write, Instantaneously am reminded...
No more shadows to chase! No more shadows to chase!
It’s a better way to save yourself in distress! It’s a better way to save yourself in distress!
Humanities too is a bouquet of fragrant scrutiny Humanities too is a bouquet of fragrant scrutiny
I will cultivate a green garden together to survive I will cultivate a green garden together to survive
None knew who she was None knew who she was
My aroma lingers even after I burn My aroma lingers even after I burn
This is a strange land Why am I here? This is a strange land Why am I here?
The Shatabdi is not the only impatient one. The Shatabdi is not the only impatient one.
In my mind, waves of thoughts, Soothing and crashing, In my mind, waves of thoughts, Soothing and crashing,
Do you know? My each & every breath Chants your name. Do you know? My each & every breath Chants your name.
The living can only grieve The living can only grieve
But tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it But tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it