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Nitin Sawhney

Hey...have you discovered this maestro? If not, then Do It Now! Find Him! Search Him One of my favorite Underground Fusion musician. Nitin Sawhney.
'From the homelands the legs wander to the edges of humanity the hearts clamber to the infinite stars the mind wander to the warm bed the soul stumbles to find solace'


Pauline said…
What if you could live forever. I love that; it makes me think and it makes me want to write an answer. I seem to lack time as of late. Hopefully I can return and find stunning answers to this beautiful question. I have been enjoying reading the short stories. Have not read them all as yet but feel fortunate that I am not the one to judge! Best wishes to you my friend from the USA
alex said…
It is mostly[i would say only] the soul's wants and wishes that are important; but which go neglected mostly.
Princess said…

nice words to quote.

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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me