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Krishna Bhajans - Mira Bai



[A] My mind is in Mathura And my body wanders in Brindavan. And eyes overflow like the river Yamuna

Where are you Krishna? Every part of me is crying like a Gopi You are but the life of everything here in Brindavan

In this season when rain stirs up everything Let your name stir up my love for you Please come and steal from me everything else.

You are all what I wish to see, face to face! Where are you Krishna? This is your servant, crying out to you.

[B] Grant me your presence, lover of life. Kind hearted God, beauteous and full of grace. Grant me your presence soon.

You who charms everyone heart, Don’t you see I have surrendered right away? Grant me your presence soon.




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Triveni - Gulzar



[1] After taking my hands in hers, she thought a while before she spoke my name As if this were a protocol she had read about, in some book somewhere.

Some relationships are better left inside closed books.

[2] To know what love tastes like, It is essential that it stays alive.

Till date, none have survived.

[3] The river moves on, pulling behind it a glassy blanket As if it is trying to wake up someone who is fast asleep.

The drowned are never left in peace.

[4] Masks are being distributed in the streets, Select your latest assassin with care.

It’s election time again.




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Ghazal - Faiz Ahmed Faiz



Go on Love, listen to him narrate his stories For everyone is lost here, between truth and fiction.

Pass on through, caravans don't stop at my gate, For here, the desert burns even in the night, with unquenched thirsts: all mine.

Everyone is exasperated the way I haunt my past, So they are closing down the ghost houses, I heard.

Those places, whrere all those hours, I drank with so many so called friends, today, they are smashing my crystal goblets, here you can fling my heart!

If spring ever comes, greet it for me For I have already become desolation's prey.

Now they are stoning me to death, without anyone’s permission, I will wait for the promised coming of the messiah!

You go on, Love, go listen to his stories, You, whom I couldn’t tell, between truth and fiction!




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