Sophisticated Barbarism

As we willingly keep descending into anarchy
Sophisticated barbarism has become our reality

Take a good look at this world around you my dear child
Hell now is here on Earth, a place not meant for anyone mild

Corruptors and the corrupted, both us
Oppressors and the oppressed, both us

Observe the frailty in our social construct
Cultures keep clashing only to self-destruct

Governance and economy a thickly veiled hogwash
Gutters for the poor and mansions for the posh

An existence resulting in a horde of dullards high on media’s incense
Satiating our swelt tongues with cocktails made of sex and violence

Look at the world you’ve been born into my dear little one
You’re now expected to take part in their degraded fun

The ego and arrogance of our kind and species now knows no bounds
Hypocrites showering love through neutering and spaying our beloved hounds

Look at how they all deem it necessary
To interfere with nature via debauchery

We are nothing more than viruses with shoes forced to play a part
Having missed the entire of point to live with a kind and gentle heart

I apologise dear innocent child, but here are your pair of shoes
To wear and be productive as one of them, drained of all hues

As we willingly keep descending into anarchy
Sophisticated barbarism has become our reality

Apex intellectual species?
I think not.

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A View From Within

Look at how we bleed,

Killing each other to secure

Our place

In a world of

Make believe

For Some

For some it comes with perpetual pain
With no sight of hopeful peace or gain

For some it comes with wisdom attained from age
Infinite free smiles before an unmaksed hidden rage

For some it comes with unconditional love
In mute exchanges of the emotional glove

For some it comes with blinding rest and sleep
Of private dreams pandering to the social heap

For some it comes with a six-string bending
Immolated souls in musical notes ascending

For some it comes within illusions of themselves
Narcissistic cries for attention in humanity’s fake encalves

For some it comes naturally
All facets of life faced gladly

For me it comes from my personal secretive yores & folklores
These eyes I’ve been gifted with will always see behind yours

I refuse your excuse

Negation Of Memories

Whether they be good or bad
Unwillingly driven cold and sad

These thoughts and memories
A misread book of insanities

Same old story, none will ever know
A heart with no summer, only snow

How does it feel to live with a fluctuating mind that’s worse than a chameleon jumping on the vibgyor colors of a rainbow?

Vacant Eyes

What do you see when you look into our eyes?

Do you realize we see all the pain, deception and lies?

Our vacant gaze burns into your mind

Only sorrow and pain in it will you find

I see us all falling and calling

Out to something in essence enthralling

Nihility they say is a lost cause

We always have time to pause

Vacant eyes all around succumbing

Forced into a world unbecoming

We walk together all alone

Seeking our own preserved throne

Rightful heirs apparently entitled to it

Just too blind to see or feel it

Have we fallen so far across time and space

That we plaster a smile across on our blank face?

Like snowfall we softly descend

Vacant minds allowing minds to ascend

What do you see when you look into my eyes?

Do you see what I see? It’s all lies, lies and lies

Humour

Human beings smile or laugh to escape
From this forecfuly projected landscape

Humour is more often derived from someone else’s pain
A fleeting feeling craved for a selfish emotional gain

Caught in a twisted maze of delusions in a noise so deafening
So easy it is to deny the pain of someone else’s suffering

Humour me, go ahead and try your luck
And see for yourself if I truly give a fuck

Screeching Fingers

Hello! My first solo album “Screeching Fingers”, an extended play record(EP), a pre-release to “Luminescent Being”(LP), is out now through the Swedish record label – Amuse. The album is available on all major music portals such as iTunes, Spotify, Dezeer, Google Play Music and more for streaming/downloading.

iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/screeching-fingers-ep/1324022933?ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Google Play Music – https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Bright_Screeching_Fingers?id=Bf5g4gmqsyhzvelu7zzejr4p2hu

As the album screening and approval mail from the record label a few days ago states, the album is just a search away on other platforms.

Starting the journey to live the dream hotel hopping singing at 14-15, doing alt-rock vocals at 16-17, metalcore vocals at 18, heavy metal rhythm guitars at 19, thrash metal lead/rhythm guitars at 20(my first exposure to media coverage), a frontman doing vocals, rhythm/lead guitars and writing lyrics for my black metal band at 21(Wherein we as a band experienced killer times from releasing our demo record and our full length album in 2013-14 to performing on Day 2 as a part of Asia’s loudest metal festival, the Bangalore Open Air in 2015) and then finally venturing out on my own as a solo musician under the name “Bright” and getting shortlisted as one of the top upcoming artists of the country by Hard Rock Cafe last year at 24. About time I reaped something from it! From being a double chinned chubby kid to a raging guitarist at 25, 11 years of blood, sweat, tears and an almost irrational stubbornness, bordering on insanity, towards a childhood dream of being a legit musician. As Chuck Schuldiner from Death, an all time favorite band of mine, once put it -“When dreams are followed, time is a test”. Cheers! 

Release my solo album through an international record label – Check!

Weather Report

Pretense

Intense

Today’s weather report

The barricades deport

In Celsius a hundred degrees

A predestined summit varies

Much cloudy they say

Unhidden is still the way

A relentless rain pouring

An unhinged mind soaring

A cool bright light, swaying snowfall

Experiences cause not our downfall

Rivers and oceans, a constant tide

A visual intake, our hearts open wide

Pretense

Intense

Today’s weather report

Inner barricades deport

Triggers

Memories

Like a shotgun to the head

Downwards

Into an abyss so dead

Spiralling

Out of control in pain

Trapped

In a perpetual rain

Triggers

Parasitic claws from the past

Caught

Within a mind now aghast

Shining

Glowing dark and distant

Awaiting

A state of stillness constant

Muddied

The pathless way ahead

Bloodied

So soulless and dead

Time

Pacing forth quickly

Life

Terminated so sickly

Perception

Pure deception

Illusions

Always

Now and forever

Till the end

Child Of Pain

Mistress Death and Father Life

In tales as old as time itself 

It is said that ever so often 

These beings of emotion give birth to a child 

A child of Pain

A Prince of Pain 

The Prince of Pain 

Mistress Death’s Herald, the black-clad 

Reaper with a scythe on Pain’s left,

And Father Life’s bright white light 

On his right

The young child experiences both

Life and Death simultaneously

With the being on his left

Waiting to bestow upon him

The final kiss of death

A final kiss 
The final kiss

And the light on his right

Asking him to
-Persevere!

-Complete!

The task

That was once given to him

A child who feels

Both Death and Life

A child who floats

Perpetually caught in the throes of duality

The Other Me

​Today I decided to kill the other me. It hurts. The other me is the real me. I sometimes think to myself – How many of me reside within this one existence? The answer comes easily enough. There are two distinct me’s inside of me. One, my true self. Childlike, naive and innocent. A 6 year old kid with dreams of changing the world for the better. A kid who never grew up.Refusing stubbornly to not let himself get corrupted by the ways of this world and the people it hosts.

The second one, an image I’ve developed for myself over the past year and a half to help give some amount of truth to the people who’ve spoken ill about me without knowing me at all. It’s easier to build a bad reputation for myself and live upto the title of -an alcoholic, an addict and the worst human being on this planet. I realized my true self has no place in a world such as this. 

I sometimes wish that I wasn’t existing in the first place. Then I wouldn’t feel this endless pain. “Nice guys always finish last” – There is a certain amount of truth to that saying. Being my true self has yielded nothing but pain and misery for me. I just got spit on, stepped on, pissed on, fucked with and pointed at and judged by people who don’t even know me. I need to kill my true self for I fear that if I don’t, my whole life will just be a free fall into a bottomless pit. An endless fall into the arms of sorrow and sadness. An embrace towards constant depression. Things I want to really say to a person I love and value usually get lost in transition. I need my fake facade to survive. I need my addictions to keep myself numb, sane and painless. But, if I kill my true self, then my whole life from this point on will just be a lie. Is it worth it? Is the constant pain going to end when I do this? Or will it just amplify my negative emotions to new heights? What sort of a life is this going to yield for me? A quicker pace towards death is the answer. And that I feel, is fine with me.

I’ve killed my true self today. I’ve silenced the kid with the raw innocent emotions. The kid who wants to change the world. And the way forward from here on will just be a fake facade in an empty vessel. Hoping for peace in death and dredging through this life one day at a time. Listening to the instincts of my true self only when i’m vulnerable and it is absolutely crucial.

Tell me now, my dearest and oldest friends Pain and Death, when will you set me free from your tortured realm? 

When will you let this little kid be?

Naked Mind

​My first book ‘Naked Mind’ is now available via Amazon Kindle! 🙂
Follow the link to buy the digital version – 

The far more aesthetic paperbacks will be made available in a few months!
Seven years of writing, four years of taking it seriously and trying finish the book, one year of losing all hope and giving up on it only to be led back into writing two years ago by a good friend of mine. The path has been long.
This book is dedicated to a mentor, a close friend and a rock ‘n roll elder brother figure of mine who ceased to be one among the living four years ago. How I wish I could’ve taken the time to notice what he was going through and help him out of his misery instead of being too power-drunk with the local fame I was gaining as a musician at the time. Having noticed that something was amiss all too late, there’s not a single day that goes by where I wish I could turn back time and help him out of his addiction and change things. In one of our final conversations the young man told me that my mind had the potential to change the way people perceived everything around them, said I had a mind capable of changing the world for the better through my music and writing.
This book is also dedicated to my late pup Leo who was taken away from us all too soon in a freak accident. Those harrowing years would have been tough to bear without his presence.
Having finished my first book now, it’s time to start working on my first album as a solo guitarist through Bright. A release for a single has been planned out, following which the shooting for my first official music video will commence. No rest for the living! After all, there once lived a soul who believed that I could change the world. I can rest when I’m dead! Thank you for your time!Have a great day! 🙂
“I have drunk the yearning,

Swallowed the flame in full,

And now I will bend the skies to my will.
Two eternities can never be so far apart,

That I could not bridge them together” – Revelation, Niilo Sevänen

No words

​I had a weird dream today. So weird. It was just me and another person. We were in some fancy apartment. I don’t know whose because I’ve never seen it before myself. So I was sitting on the sofa and the person was on the balcony. We did not speak a single word with each other. But we just stared into each others eyes without saying a word. We exchanged thoughts and experiences like this for what seemed like an eternity. The persons eyes started to swell up with tears when I exposed my emotions. I could only look and do nothing. Both of us just stared into each others eyes the whole time. No words were ever spoken. 

Am I Pain?

Is the person Death?

Am I painfully ascending?

Or am I painlessly descending?

Am I flying?

Or am I falling?

Dreams Of Death

Reality please take away my last breath,
Nurture it’s dreams,it’s dreams of death

Horrors in my mind,they haunt me,
Unmatched is my insanity,it taunts me

Do I live till I feel my life fullfilling?
Or do I yield to Death’s peaceful calling?

Weightless is my mind,uncontrolled are my thoughts,
Heavy and torn is my heart,fragmented are all its parts

Every night I slip into my dreams,my dreams of death,
Alone in my mind, I’ve come to lose all my faith

All night I walk alone down this empty winding path,
Searching for the right place to plant my weathered epitaph

Forever following an ever shining bright light,
Forever escaping insanity’s dark and bitter might

Far too long have I waited in this world of mine,
For Death to fly by and make this pain fine

As I sit in my world on this crumbled throne of mine,
I look around and see the beauty of my own shattered mind

Enormous flames and rigid snow storms side by side,
Darkness looms over my land with it’s unparalleled pride

The ground is barren,cracked and broken,
No other souls are present here,no words are ever spoken

Dead and wilted trees adorn my mind’s beautiful landscape,
No…no way out of this place,there is no known escape

Washed and rained is this beautiful,majestic place,
With the lines of the years gone by on my face

Mighty,unheralded rainbow cosmic colours flood my own mind’s land,
The cause in it’s creation has been the absence of your worlds divine hand

Majestic is my wrecked mind,
Come into it and you will find,
Nothing but death,pain and misery,
My tired eyes burning with a detached  fury

Eventually,everything will turn black,
Time will take it’s toll and bend my back

As I plunge down deeper into my dreams,my dreams of death,
I smile as I finally take in one final breath,my final breath