Sanjana Sunilkumar
Abstract Horror Thriller
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here Comes Ra...
I Am More
Fighting For ...
Many More Blu...
Not Another C...
The Dirty Dru...
The Psycho Si...
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased its... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have O...
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream