Going Back Home

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”.

Bird Of Fire

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

In stillness
In calmness
The heart beats again

The crucible of pain will always forge the strongest soul

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

Old School

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!

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