Copious Dreams

Hello! 🙂 My single “Copious Dreams” is out today on itunes, spotify, google play music and more! This marks my first ever classical piece. There were two lines I wrote down a couple of months ago which sort of guided this track and possibly the upcoming album.

It goes –
“When the fabric of life begins to tear at its seams,
Detach and drown yourself in your copious dreams”

Follow the links below to stream/download or check it out on YouTube. Cheers!

itunes –
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/copious-dreams-feat-preetam-s-p/1421316210?i=1421316940&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Spotify –

Google Play Music –
https://play.google.com/store/music/album?id=Bhghbikhgpmcf5fejuqintzxv3u

YouTube –

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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

Be Sorrow

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Feel hollow

Hurt for all eternity,
Bleed for your dignity

Perish into dust,
Be one with rust,
Crumble your soul’s crust,
In others a mistake it was to trust

Cry for a simple life,
Cease the inner strife

No more looking, no more searching,
Try to be happy,cauterize you’re bleeding

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Die hollow

Be patient for another day,
Eitherway with life we all shall pay

For all the hate, guilt and pain,
Unthink for today, tomorrow try again

Stay for a moment more,
Extend your tale and lore

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

The Future Is Dead

She stood before me,

The pale greying old woman

Brittle her body,

And distant her gaze

 

My eyes looked upon her,

In pity, in sorry, in empathy

 

She asked me,

Is my future dead?

Her voice just a squek,

Of what it once was

 

Beaten by life,

And the people she surrounded herself with

Mistakes and judgements,

One and the same

 

Is my future dead?

She asked me as she started

To crumble,wither and die

And I said aloud!

 

“Nobody’s future is dead!
You wretched wreck!”

 

And Future appeared,

Before me, in all it’s glory

The youngling kid,

With vacant eyes

 

 

Just as the old hag,

Crumbled into bright blue dust

I said aloud!Again!

“Nobody’s future is dead!

Unless they decide so themselves!”

 

As I finished my sentence,

And looked at Future,

for moral confirmation

 

Future smiled at me,

slit it’s tiny little wrists

and quickly faded away

 

All life drained from it

And my eyes widened!

An invitation to partake in sanity!

 

Depravity!Behold!

The true nature of my blackened soul!

 

I laughed aloud, shouting all the while

Future is dead!

Future is dead!

The Future is dead!

 

Or is it?