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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?

Other works by Kanna K. Siripurapu...
Door - An Irony

Haggard and tired, at the end of t… I returned home and opened the doo… To exit from the outside world, And enter the four walls of my roo… When I turn around to exit from m…
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This Feeling

Know that this feeling is not true… Know that this feeling is a true l… Know that this feeling is a lie th… Like the lie of your abstract pres… And the reality of your physical a…
The Crutches

When the footsteps suffered an une… The road to destination was left c… All that it needed was a pair of c… To ease the strain and appease the… Till life gets back to its feet an…
You are my focus, not my love

You are just the focus, but not my… Like the objects that I see, but… My love is mine, which lives deep…
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Circles and Cycles

Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
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Reflections of the Past

The glistening crystal clear water… Swirling and flowing towards me, From the hazy horizons of the invi… Touching the islands floating some… With their untouched pristine shor…
Hues and Shadows

The vibrant colours, and the vivac… When kissed by the sun and caresse… They shine, they shimmer, they gli… But wonder why they always cast a… Even in the face of brightest, sun…
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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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Was that You?

When the winds started breathing c… When the trees shed their green su… When the ground crawled under the… When the geese flee to the souther… As the stars started to show-up ea…
Presence in Absence

Wading through the crowded place, In search of a permanent place, Forever presence in an empty space… A place in the mist of estranged g… Deep down in the heart of deceptiv…
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…
Appear to Disappear

When a layer of dead skin peels aw… I could always see a new layer und… Don’t know when the future has cre… Unseen, but always breathing and l… What I could see now would disapp…
Neither is true

My eyes always cheat my innocent m… Neither the sky nor the ocean are…
Colors of Fall on the Wall

It is still December the end of a… But the beginning of another, Of the time when trees are covered… Of the time when leaves of green a… Nestled warm and cozy on the couch…
Wilted Plant and Jilted Heart

Wandering through the memory lanes… Holding tightly the tender plant i… Wrapped its roots carefully in a s… Left no chinks even for the air to… As I meandered through the memory…



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