Lovashni Dasruth
Abstract Drama
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Where the sea meets the sky and into your arms I'd lie Would be heaven on earth where my heart wo... Where the sea meets the sky and into your arms I'd lie Would be heaven on ear...
My verses melt Into the mouth of the night sky My verses melt Into the mouth of the night sky
It’s not that I love cats But the cat next door It’s not that I love cats But the cat next door
The plaster from the walls was peeling off in layers, They cupped their hands every morning, utte... The plaster from the walls was peeling off in layers, They cupped their hands...
Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home. Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home.
In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold, In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold,
Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair, Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair,
Stayin' all nights, no; losin' control over the things ever damned... Tryna skippin' conversation... Stayin' all nights, no; losin' control over the things ever damned... Tryna s...
The heart can be a stubborn thing, Resisting logic, refusing to cling The heart can be a stubborn thing, Resisting logic, refusing to cling
Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled
This mystery far above me, Its intricacies beyond me. This mystery far above me, Its intricacies beyond me.
Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing. Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing.
Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green, Separating dusky horizons; I watch th... Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green, Separating dusky ...
The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night, The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night,
Together, We shared our joys and sorrows, Together, We shared our joys and sorrows,
A lady stood before the mirror, Gazing at her face so clear, A lady stood before the mirror, Gazing at her face so clear,
When the world feels heavy, and the heart is sore, The poet turns to words, to find a healing cur... When the world feels heavy, and the heart is sore, The poet turns to words, t...
Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care
The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw. The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw.
Without making any noise Tip toed to my bed Without making any noise Tip toed to my bed
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