Raj Ramayya

Krishna's Curry


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Looks like theres something cooking
In the kitchen I been missing
Looks like this curry's getting hot

Looks like there's someone else thats
Stirring trouble
Casting spells upon that pot

Beyond the Gopis laughing
I hear a bit of crying
Could it be that he's in love?

Beyond the shattered silence
Above the world of violence
He's peace within the dove

In the garden of eden
In the temple of hate
Just beyond the sirens singing
Krishna's waiting at the gate

Within a moment of eternity
Time and space collide with uncertainty
That undermines the search for truth
The paradox is that life is in you
Intertwined with metaphors
The rules of the universe will open doors
Mixed with beats and bass lines
Metaphysical yet sublime.

Looks like theres something cooking
In the kitchen I been missing
Looks like this curry's getting hot

Looks like there's someone else thats
Stirring trouble
Casting spells upon that pot

Beyond the Gopis laughing
I hear a bit of crying
Could it be that he's in love?

Beyond the shattered silence
Above the world of violence
He's peace within the dove

In the garden of eden
In the temple of hate
Just beyond the sirens singing
Krishna's waiting at the gate

A new order of the mind
A pedigree of delirium that rhymes
With the constant search for the soul mate
The mirrors of ourselves overcoming hate
And in its place love

In the garden of eden
In the temple of hate
Just beyond the sirens singing
Krishna's waiting at the gate

In the garden of eden
In the temple of hate
Just beyond the sirens singing
Krishna's waiting at the gate

In the garden of eden
In the temple of hate
Just beyond the sirens singing
Krishna's waiting at the gate

Within a moment of eternity
Time and space collide with uncertainty
That undermines the search for truth
The paradox is that life is in you
Intertwined with metaphors
The rules of the universe will open doors
Mixed with beats and bass lines
Metaphysical yet sublime.
A new order of the mind
A pedigree of delirium that rhymes
With the constant search for the soul mate
The mirrors of ourselves overcoming hate
And in its place love


Writer/s: Raj Ramayya