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
That’s what it was
Like a black & white movie
With no white
Bottomless, endless vertical
Spiral of darkness
Moist, moss massacred
Stone stairway deep
Deep down doomed
Fear follows visual sensory registration
A movement inside
Of something wearing a black hide
Pitch black lack
My eyes slack
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?
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
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
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!
My latest digital artwork.
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
Today’s weather report
Inner barricades deport
Question – What does a straight edge,an addict and a spiritual/holy person have in common?
Answer – Death.