Friendship is not forever by R.Krishnamurthy
Together we wanted to blaze a trail
By burning the midnight oil
We wanted to go to the Oxford
Then you changed your mind
Seize the opportunity By R.Krishnamurthy
There is always a lacuna
A gap, with a huge scope
Even straw becomes a rope
For a Columbus, there is an America.
Oh, Woman By R.Krishnamurthy
How you dress so enticingly
In a saree with rich embroidery
With a blouse full of mirror work
Holding my looks by a hook
I left your door By R.Krishnamurthy
I left your door
On that fateful dusk
My destination was not clear
In your smiles I wanted to bask.
Your presence By R.Krishnamurthy
How your presence acts like a magnet
Even from a distance, it pulls my heart
A smile appears on my rosy lips
I feel a dance like movement in my hips
How the Indian society influences you and makes you a dumb-ass
Influence is the most dangerous thing that happens to individuals in Indian society. As the majority is always like a sheep herd, the minority of individual thinkers always find themselves isolated and lonely and think they have some kind of fault which is not allowing them to mix with the mainstream. It’s very late they […]