Three years of extensive musical phrasing, writing/erasing/re-writing and composing slowly taking form.
This is the room that I grew up in. This is the room I locked myself up in all throughout my childhood after school. This is the room that I read and read and read about the world, it’s ways, it’s philosophies, it’s people, it’s societies, it’s culture and all of its superficiality during my childhood. This is the room I locked myself in and played metal at it’s loudest. I air-guitared, jumped around up and down my cot at the time all through my evenings after school. I screamed & shouted my heart out whithin this locked room. I practiced my very own art of growling. I practiced my guitar till 3/4 in the morning (because I had to give my best to the band’s that I was playing with throughout those years) after a long days work and commitment to a creative Bachelor’s undergrad course (after which I’d resume my morbid cycle at 5/6 in the morning and get to my college on time). Trust me, three to four hours of sleep on a regular basis will let you accomplish far more towards your personal dreams than on mainstream society’s sleep-clock. Looking back, there was very little sleep/rest within these then-dreary four walls. All that ever was…was a dream. A dream to transcend beyond what I was choiclessly forced to experience and my will and grit to transcend above all of it. This is the room that made me. I believe I am truly happy after the longest string of years. I am finally going back to my home. Finally back to my very own home. Not just some “house”, but my “home”. There is a massive difference between them. I’m finally going back to the place where I was taught – “Intellect above all else is pure true gold”.
Very much alive
In this deep wicked hell
Hey! You there with the mask & cloak! You right there!
I see you’re going somewhere, may I ask you where?
To a goal fueled by ambition? You don’t say
Why? What’s wrong with your current stay?
The lights are getting dim, you’re stuck in a loop
And you’re unable to stimulate your mind in it’s coop?
Is it really all that bad a thing though?
To feed the machine and earn your dough?
It is you say? How very very strange
And that justifies your struggle for a change?
I see, carry on along your funway then
I won’t be a bother to your eternal when
I know you want out of this doo
I know a good place we can go to
Play a jump game of realms with me you sad mime
I’ll show you an extremely good untroubled time
Brawls to the left
Peace on the right
Poor old brittle realm lady
Crumble to dust cascade-y
Circuses are meant to be mesmerizing – Watch mine
A phoenix birthed from a charred heart
From the skies it flew down to play a part
It tought resilience through its choicest tears
Fanned the flames away off of all your fears
The orange wings spread in distance wide
Embracing the burnt-heart within it’s hyde
A life filled with perpetual neo-negativity
Will once again be cleansed with tenacity
A burning fire within fluctuates between strong and weak
A perseverance keeps resuscitating itself in a life that’s bleak
The Phoenix sheds it’s tears to foster this heart’s raging flame
The rejuvenated soul resumes to take part in your frivolous game
The heart beats again
The crucible of pain will always forge the strongest soul
There always stands a boy on the balcony
The neighborhood frowns upon his nose runny
Averting their superficial fickle gaze away from him
There is no bestowed benevolence upon his sordid hymn
A mind and body they thought to be aligned in spirit and smoke
A perception they drew amongst themselves upon this misfit bloke
Is it a paranoia or is it disdainful belief
That forces this abandoned child to pursue relief?
Awaiting the arrival of his loving spared father
With the absence of his ever ignorant mother
A family that’s divided surely will not stand
All attachments erased, all previous emotions the boy canned
There is but a brother this boy cares for
Even though the child is lost in his own painful hour
In bright colors and hues the boy finds a constant
Fading in and out of his life so very reluctant
Friends amassed through masked smiles and laughs
Breathless the choking boy on the balcony coughs
But still hopeful and optimistic is the boy about his life ahead
To be able to live his days with no strife and no dread
For the rest of his life cared for by an imaginary friend
Abandoned and alone he knows his life will one day end
Multiple drunken stupors
Fuck your shit bloopers
As I sit alone at dusk and have my first
A black liquid to quench my life’s thirst
I recall an existence filled with nothing but misanthropic void
An incomprehensible scribe to my future husband or bride
Are you now going to get lynched for swinging both ways?
I seem to care eitherway, since existence is a hypocritical haze
Your sexuality has never mattered to my wayward mind for it’s a bore
A formidable intellectual companion is all I have craved for forever more
In a pure relentless pursuit towards a peaceful vision of all my lives
A constant step forward away from all your dripping distrust-laden knives
Dive deep into the first black-red drink of many
A calculative future strategy with dread, uncanny
Behind the first now parched awaits a secondance
Ready to soothe this shoulder of absolute dependence
A welcome calm over the languid flames of my distant detached heart and soul
An Armenian pianist now sings blissfully into the ears of this abandoned black foal
When forever is to be continuous somehow
Eternity is a long time away from until now
As I sit alone late night and down this cure worthy single drink
I teeter and cross the edge of an elusive Niravana’s brink
Tried and pre-tested acceptable methods of being a part
Now prove false under the guidance of your rotten cart
Are you really listening to me my dear loving God
Probably not, you pure imaginary friend of a fraud
I now seek to liberate myself from all your predictable grids
To down this drink and try my best to foresee my life’s skids
As I share bits and pieces from my life’s cup
I keep expecting one of you shits to stand up
Only to be left without any answer
Happiness seems to be life’s cancer
The pursuit of which constantly results in an ever-rain upon your farm
I already know you wish to be set free from all of experience’s harm
Always level with the precious offsprings that you have hurled
Else as misfits they shall wreck havoc upon this superficial world
Await for my shit allegorically misjudged perfect painting – Freely
I now have to leave because I hear the Moonwolf – Seemingly
What a life it’s been
Inner conflict unseen
Someone who’s family once put my head between her legs for a fix
A sexual awakening, adulthood premature, innocence lost at age six
Soul trembling now all gone
Acceptance gained forlorn
Ignorant envy at times from beings encountered
A stonelike perseverance, I have never since faltered
Overrated sexless orgies most you beings partake, proudly civilized
I am but a being who’s a complete Dionysian, through rhymes refined
Until the day comes when I fully realize my now within reach dreams
I am destined to drift endlessly through weird unknown streams
Egomaniacal tits, balls, cunts and cocks of our piss-poor disdainful world
No longer triggered by this, into debauchery you’re all apathetically hurled
“Confront your fears and tears and live your true dreams” – Some late night distant voice whispered to me
A heart and soul firmly placed between dream and reality
Don’t you dare kiss my ass with your superficiality
What a life it’s been and what a life it’s maybe going to be
I’m fully aware of the shit you talk about the life lived by me
The fabric of life keeps tearing at it’s seams
I hold it all together with my childlike dreams
My causality, my quality, my divinity, my presence – all of them one of a kind
A recently attained inner peace within my ruptured mind will you now find
I now welcome you to my nonchalant scene
A misfit in your society, what a life it’s been
I now proclaim –
“Burn your socially acceptable masks”
Perpetually bored – Intellectually
Razel seeks me continuously
Fuck me – Gently, Metaphorically
Entertain me – With innocence, Blissfully
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!
Google Play Music –
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.
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!
A video of me playing random stuff on my guitar from about four years ago. Looking back , I keep wondering why I even went and got a haircut!