Krishna Basera
Romance
In your love,
Time has lost its traces,
Your love has made me
Your aficionado beau,
And I've lost my sobriety
In your love.
The Quest For...
Unapologetica...
Contradiction
Agony Of A Lo...
The Last Ciga...
I Love Winter
Whispering Of...
In Your Love
Shooting Star
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
‘Cause I know I will see you again.... ‘Cause I know I will see you again....
Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight? Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight?
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
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....
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
You may come and go, There are no charges, You may come and go, There are no charges,
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
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.
You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
Wish you were there dear!... Wish you were there dear!...
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