Sindhuja Selvakumar
Drama
Survive like a floret
That blossoms
Even when its life is ephemeral
Enticing mortals
In its charm and thorn
Bequeathing aroma
Of love even
To the people who macerated
Them in indolent.
Survival
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..
Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses it's already faint Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses...
Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free? Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free?
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
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,
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!
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...
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
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,
Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn that we are all the sam... Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn tha...
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
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