Subhashree Jena
Abstract
Spring's decoction:
Mild fragrance of modesty
With bitterness of ferns
Who Am I?
Spring
Old Yet Stron...
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
Very nice... Very nice...
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
Nice.... Nice....
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
Hold on to your faith... Hold on to your faith...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...