To the man on the moon

Shine brighter, dude, turn up the wattage

It’s the night & I need you to work for me

Folded Hands

I hold in my hands this evening

Heaven & Earth

As I stand there in the silence
Something makes me glance up

Anchorage – Holding on to Time (English & Hindi)

EXILE INTO INFINITY

What if I could move home?

AWAKEN, INHALE, INGEST

Why can’t we see sweetness and smell fuschia?

Feel crimson and taste ultramarine?

Hear sorrow and see softness?

Smell happy and hear bitter?

Why can’t we touch brightness?

Hear wet earth?

See the salt in the ocean?