Huck Faircuts

Fires burning with a feral ferocity
Berserk lives lived at warp-velocity

Broken glasses, broken bones, chokeholds and moshpit fistfights
Tearing cities a new hole on stages through countless midnights

Fits or misfits – There’s no time to give a flying fuck
Huck Faircuts, Huck Faircuts, Huck Faircuts – They suck

A timeless perpetual burning of candles on both ends
A firm grip on dreams unwavering to fickle trends

They say that in the world of heavy metal you will find no friends
Only family you haven’t yet met through fates’ means and ends

Empathy

Human beings – atoms of the universe
Hearts & emotions enabled to converse

There is a sense of simplicity amongst them
Uncomplex creatures perched upon Life’s helm

A beautiful union of a billion souls
Like jigsaw puzzles pieced to be whole

One chance to live is all they have been given
To break away from the shackles of their own prison

Capable enough to tap into the threads in the fabric of attachments
Feeding in the sun with sentient beings embalmed in their catchments

Wandering and pondering about the many phases of their time
Perceiving and striving to rewrite their tales in a spirit sublime

Emotions are for feeling; whether they be good or bad
We should always persevere; whether we are happy or sad

There lies a conscious choice to switch to empathy
From the wayward vacant ways of showcasing sympathy

Stay strong child and boldly rid yourself off of your phantoms
For both living and non-living things at their core are but mere atoms

Unsainted

My favorite place reopened today. I’ve been waiting for this since the lockdown in March and it’s finally here. Better late than never. Onwards!

I guess covid affected all of us in its own way. No communication or contact degrades any human bond, to a point where it ceases to exist anymore. If you’re wired to be old-school like me, I guess you must’ve realized by now that all of that trust and faith you put into people prove to be futile emotions and morals to live by in today’s fast-paced world. For anyone reading this, know this – my spirit is strong and so is yours, my will is strong and so is yours, my heart is pure and so is yours and more importantly I have never been a quitter and I sure as hell hope that you’re not as well. I’ve spent my life trying to change the world for the better through my writing, music and art. And I will continue to do so till there is a true and pure heartfelt understanding, gratitude and empathy amongst all of us towards each other. And when this hasn’t panned out the way I’d hoped it would when I was much younger, I just resorted to talking to people one person at a time (I still do, lol. I think it’s beautiful how people are their truest selves when spoken to when they’re alone and asked all the right kind of questions that they’ve waited their whole lives to be asked by someone). The world we live in is fucked up. We are the problem but we’re also the solution. Shall I teach you about heartache and the loss of God? Do I teach you about how the universe works? Or shall I teach you about the power of your dreams and the hope they imbue within you? I wonder.

There has to be a better way to live as a collective than the one we’re in right now. My life so far? Hardly a notch made in the bark of Tree of Time? Far from it – I think not! So far, so good…so what! Cheers!😊😎🤘🏼

Cascading Depths

Incessantly deep – that’s what it was
A vibrant lake with an uncommon cause

Unlike a dull scene from a black and white movie
A pool of rainbows swirled and existed solely to be

A mirthless abyss bound it’s deft endless vertical
As perplexed wells sang in a stormy silent spectacle

How long have we glided on this scaled emerald snakeway?
Asked the guests to the Keeper of Realms at the end of their day

Across the Bridge of Sighs lies a stone stairway that’s steep
Moist and massacred with moss where sullen mermaids weep

While we cascade into the deep depths of indignation
We find that fear has followed this sensory perception

Life, times and people in simple black and white we cannot weigh
For all of us are but carbon atoms resonating in shades of grey

Fret not, the Wizard of Pause guides us at the end of our journey
For he has lived his life with every moment spanning an eternity

There lies the black dragon of chaos in it’s undisturbed sleep
For eons laid motionless awaiting a new harvest’s reap

Behind the veil of grace what we see are movements inside
Of some long forgotten folklore beast draped within a black hyde

The Sun suddenly sets in slumber into a pitch black lack
All mythical creatures now reign free as our blind eyes slack

Hands extend outward
As we get pulled inward

Armed With Words

Words of skill
All truly nill
To feel like you’ve had your fill

Words to kill
Your silly thrill
A pre-planned emotional spill

Mighty this, mighty that
Hoard through gluttony on fat
A cause for your divisive hat

Purge the soul
Purge the whole
Purge the backstabbing mole

Knives in my back
Foresight you lack
Through silence fade to black

Words to be slick
Words to be quick
Attachments resemble a walking stick

Independence
In dependence

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

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

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