Sphoorthi Theatre

Life exists in my dream world, Built beside water world; Around and around to twirl, Placed fine candle cones on curls; In my Sand Fortress! On a bright full moon day, Awaiting for my love to come and play; In my garden of flowers spread all the way, The gentle breeze of wave spray; Welcomes my love for a long stay, In my Sand Fortress!!       Table and chairs of sand, White shell  curls adore the edges of strands; Teapots brewing hot with cinnamon grind And smoky snacks made by dirtying my hand; In the middle the tall bunch of flower stands                         In my Sand Fortress!!! Dressed in a purple flower gown, The gathered flares flowed down; My silky hair tresses of brown, On either shoulder with curls on; Soft lips and rosy cheeks colouring along , In my Sand Fortress!!!! A bright m...

The withering womb, Cried a loud outburst; Holding and breathing my breath, To welcome the love and trust; To the unseen, unheard world, Beauty, care, and love; Realized my love lost trust, Arranged for the crush; Of the new life in my life, Unfortunately no tag of wife; The pain of pleasure increased in vain, Now banished and bane; The stretcher bed pulls the stretch marks, My cry falls dead on ears and the mouth barks; I nourished and nurtured my womb, With love stories buried beneath the tombs; Sadly washed out in the hospital room, The promises and the oath taken; Under the holy cross, Makes no difference in my loss; The mother in me with my hands pleading, Not to kill my life yet bleeding; For sure my love with a sign of relief, With no more hassles and grief; Looked into my eyes, Not bothered if thee die; Yet another morning, another sunrise, and another life, Just need a woman besides not a wife; Flamed eyes looked in despise, For the sake of false fame; My life within me ...