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?

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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

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

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?