Biography of swetha vankayalapati
Today with the fears alight,
Let my actions speak louder than my voice,
Let my conscience sings its inner voice,
in the crackling fires tonight!
swetha vankayalapati Poems
Silence At Daybreak
In darks, in prolific sands with sprinkles of rain, Springs up a greening deed, the seed with a grin! Teeny it learns of its teeming plants, is a part
in streets of tears, darkness as trees, in graves lie dreams, agony rustles as there comes a serein, thy always brought up a rosarin!
Promises made in haste slow to take an offence; Thoughts slur through flowing tears, pain meanders on passing memories;
Who Am I?
Let me put the words What I feel atleast This moment for thee…
Days begin with praying hands in holy waters to the deity days forbidden in thy waters unburnt bodies of dead;
If only beauty is woman and nature I venture to say you this:
Siskin, A Sinister
a night....staggering with lakka bonanza, often pursue I, after a girl baby sold, working shadow glimpsed 'tis haunting eyes, wobbling to the target.......
Fire Painting With Water
Not from sky, from the art of nature, i drove my grooves to flow with time! I'm filled in the crisp crystals with care, i have that purity darkness is ashame of!
Ballerina O Marina
Ballet dance, art lies in resilience. with feet under grace! Hold your silence for music in distance
A wisp of my hair is jury mast knot with boundless time in each slot. Touch of this far cry is damn brown ecletic music i hear is fine drawn.
No Written End
Surly sun sweating feet in rock fragments, water piling up dredge my skin at fallen flowers,
Is It A Key? Yes Its
The key to open doors of Heaven is..... The residues of river flows on fertile lands is..... Your pulse rate when a doctor says 'No problem' is.... The moonbeams in chalk smokes when a sir claims 'No class' is....
Ego inside of me alerts vanishing things while outside of me nets up to nourish for vanishing things! !
Little little peals of pink peel of my petty wander to savour sunshine de novo! Of teeming pink, i deem par greens under blues, the alter ego in spirits being in altar!
Little little peals of pink
peel of my petty wander to savour sunshine de novo!
Of teeming pink,
i deem par greens under blues, the alter ego in spirits being in altar!
In wink, pink i see
rush airs with thrones of roses,
blush the savior faire!
Flashes pink in running waters the sloth peeping in & around!
Dusk spills auras of au revoir and roves in rave review,