Cold, Rain & Nostalgia
Krishna Bhaskar “Cold Rain & Nostalgia” by Krishna Bhaskar is a poetic stroll through memory lane, where ordinary things carry extraordinary warmth. It’s a cozy, rain-soaked hug wrapped in denim, driveway cracks,…
Songs
Getting Old But Getting Younger
“Getting Old, Getting Younger” by Krishna Bhaskar is a playful, pulsing rhythm of emotion where storms mirror the chaos within. It’s thunder, lightning, and love—wrapped in boldness, wit, and a…
Cold
“Something Warm Is Getting Cold” by Krishna Bhaskar is a raw, heart-wrenching whisper during a moment of impending loss. It captures the helpless stillness of grief—where love lingers, but warmth…
With My Hands Tied
“With My Hands Tied” by Krishna Bhaskar is a soul-baring anthem for anyone who’s ever felt stuck in life’s tug-of-war. It’s about resilience, quiet truth, and the beauty of being…
Sleepless but Sleepy
“Sleepless but Sleepy” by Krishna Bhaskar is a quiet 3am confession wrapped in onion rings, chai, and quiet courage. It’s a poetic nod to the grind, the breeze, and the…
The Crow and the King
“The Crow and the King” by Krishna Bhaskar is a whimsical, mysterious tale where a sharp-eyed crow becomes a messenger of fate. It’s part riddle, part revelation—and all heart, set…
A Story Untold
“A Story Untold” by Krishna Bhaskar is a bittersweet melody of what could’ve been—part cowboy heartache, part poetic hug. Set under the vast Texas sky with fries, forgotten plans, and…
They Said I Couldn’t
“They Said I Couldn’t” by Krishna Bhaskar is a triumphant little fable where a lemon-lime color toad throws shade at doubt and naps through adversity. It’s quirky, bold, and beautifully…
It Seems to Me
“It Seems to Me” by Krishna Bhaskar is a gentle, poetic nudge to the soul behind the success—where Rolex time, Bentleys, and bright city lights can’t outshine the barefoot days…
Mirrors and Hammers
“Mirrors and Hammers” by Krishna Bhaskar drifts through quiet streets and quieter thoughts, where flickering lamps and cello notes accompany a soul on the edge of memory. It’s tender, haunting,…