Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
The deep groove of,
The Unsettling twirl;
Inside that mystic chamber,
Of my heart, ready to escape;
The dark walls;
To play to the rhythm of;
The open sky.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
Never knew this would be our happy ending Never knew this would be our happy ending
Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight? Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight?
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
You may come and go, There are no charges, You may come and go, There are no charges,
When the ocean of sorrow flows through my window When the ocean of sorrow flows through my window
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Losing me in the depth of your heart I understand the tension you feel, Losing me in the depth of your heart I understand the tension you feel,
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
I wrote her a letter, Plenty of them followed, I wrote her a letter, Plenty of them followed,
Wish you were there dear!... Wish you were there dear!...
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
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