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Kanna K. Siripurapu

Kanna K. Siripurapu

Why Not You?

The day I must chose between my dreams and you,
I must walk a thin line, I knew,
Mutually exclusive are my dreams and you, for you,
Because you are real and the other may never come true,
But they say that dreams come true,
So baby why not you?

Altre opere di Kanna K. Siripurapu...
Beginning of an end

When the tables are turned, And the cloud bursts into storm, When road reaches the hem of a cli… And life hits the rock bottom, When hope sinks into the abyss,
Love personification

Are you the personification of lov… Or Love the personification of yo… I wonder why, whenever I think of… The impalpable becomes palpable, The imperceptible becomes percepti…
Never the Same

The saga of an endless tale, The events of a concatenated chain… Played on this stage time and agai… And recited over and over again! The bark breaks to give the way to…
It Rained in the Desert

It rained in the desert, Yes it rained in the desert! On the day when the sun of humanit… On the East of the Middle-East w… On the day when the horizon was co…
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Neither time nor tide

Time split us into two, And Tide swept us through, Time and tide waits for none, May be that is true, But through the time and the tide,
Against the Will

Standing under the ledge and over… Of the land and water, Watching over the river, Wandering under the sky! The currents of water were strong,
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Keys of Glass

Broke the doors of glass that are… When I lost the keys made of meta… Left broken and lost, Behind the closed doors of metal, And all I have now are the keys m…
Love Lives in Turbulence

Neither in the calm seas and placi… Nor in the clear azure skies and s… But, its in the midst of turbulenc… Lives the soul of dedication, and, The heart of true love beats and b…
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Beautiful Death

A day in fall, just like another, I stepped out in the gloomy weathe… To stroll around and catch a breat… I passed by the churchyard on my w… And I thought of death as ugly an…
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Iris and Pupil

Came the pride and arrogance with… Along with the grandeur and opulen… Came the grief and predicament, un… Along with comeuppance and failure… Blinded both ways, in the light of…
Neither is true

My eyes always cheat my innocent m… Neither the sky nor the ocean are…
ONE and only ONE

I opened my eyes and scanned my ro… I heard a voice asking me, “Where… Pushed the blankets and I put my… I heard the floor asking me “where… Laughed and shook my head,
Tribe of own

Covered in a skin colour of own, Of a distinct shade and tone, A single thread of a long social f… The tassel which can not be weaved… I’m a unique tribe of my own,
Healing not the same as Cured

Strolling alone, along the desolat… After a stormy night, when the hel… The thunders left their tell tale… When I saw a moth wiggling in the… Her colorful wings now lost to the…
Oh Wind

Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
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