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Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so...

Mamavatu

Saraswati You who reside in the temple of Kamakoti Rescue me Bearing lotus and veena In your beautiful hands You give truth to speech Your feet are worshipped by Emperors and Kings Your eyes are as wild as Rajiva flowers And your beauty bewitches Ga...

Maya

Maya, my web of creation Whispers to me in my solitude Maya, my music of elation Takes me to the heights Where I can soar Hear my cry Let me weep the tears of joy Maya, my intoxication Secret lullaby surrounds my soul Maya, my sound and sensation T...

Nagumomo

Nagumomo Ganaleni Najali Delise Nannubrova Rada Sri Ragu Varani Nagarajadhara Nidu Parivaruella Ogi Hodhana Jesevaralu Gare Yatulandadura Ni Kagaraju Ni Yanati Vini Vega Canaledo Gaganam Nikilagu Bahaduram Aninado Jagamela Paramatma Evarito Moralidudu...

Salt rain

Engulfed in darkness You struggled and cried Woven in a tapestry Of violence and lies Scandal spun on village tongues Binds you to your shame Weakened will and injured pride You hide your face Salt rain falling quiet Your eyes are streams of sorrow...

Save Me

Sinking Caught up in a whirling motion Such a strange sensation The currents uncertain Like sails of a mill I spin Like wheels I move in a circle While you stand on the bank Immune or evasive Throw me a lifeline Save me... Intimacy and affection F...

The Same Song

How many roads have I wondered? None, and each my own Behind me the bridges have crumbled No question of return Autumn leaves like discarded dreams trampled underneath a tide of careless feet it’s the same song playing everywhere I go it’s like an arm...

What silence said

Paris café. our last rendez-vous . rainswept, backwardscripted windows our shrunken heads reading signs and lips one last dance . broken steps before your eclipse was there thunder in your ears? mine were full of sand, not hearing what your silence said and...