Saturday, December 1, 2018

Tube Light

Verse-1:
Are you a tube light?
Your brain is missing right?
Why are you picking fight?
Are you a tube light?
Why is your shirt so tight?
Showing your abs right?
Don’t be a tube light.
Chorus:
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.  
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.  
Verse-2:
Are you a tube light?
Why are you so uptight?
You need to chill alright?
You are a tube light.
Don’t eat my brain at night.
Can you even spell right?
Don’t be a tube light.
Chorus:
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.  
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.  
Verse-3:
Are you a tube light?
You have no foresight.
Leave me alone tonight.
You are a tube light.
Can’t even flirt right.
I'll never swipe right.
Don’t be a tube light.
Chorus:
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.  
So pretentious and slow!
Such wannabe and low!
Fix your head right now.
Or I’ll call you a stupid cow.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Fairy Lights

Verse-1:
Twinkling fairy lights,
A garden full of fireflies,
Stars full of night skies,
Flicker in your pretty eyes.
Take me back to the sparkling days
Under the sky of bright sun rays.
Oblivious journey through the moon bathed lanes.
Pre-Chorus:
I loved and I lived.
I jived and hi-fived.
I climbed and I dived.
I jumped and arrived....
Chorus:
At the crossroad of memory lanes
Where all pains went down the drains
Where only happiness remains.
Verse-2:
Rolling of double dice,
Glass full of drink with ice,
All the girls that dress nice,
Pretty teachers who look wise.
Take me back to the sparkling days
Under the sky of bright sun rays.
Oblivious journey through the moon bathed lanes.
Pre-Chorus:
I loved and I lived.
I jived and hi-fived.
I climbed and I dived.
I jumped and arrived....
Chorus:
At the crossroad of memory lanes
Where all pains went down the drains
Where only happiness remains.
Verse-3:
Restless summer nights,
Running with flying kites,
All the boys with black ties,
Skin bruised with love bites.
Take me back to the sparkling days
Under the sky of bright sun rays.
Oblivious journey through the moon bathed lanes.
Pre-Chorus:
I loved and I lived.
I jived and hi-fived.
I climbed and I dived.
I jumped and arrived....
Chorus:
At the crossroad of memory lanes
Where all pains went down the drains
Where only happiness remains.


Sunday, December 24, 2017

Unicorn


Verse-1
Rainbows, butterflies, unicorns and blue skies,
Every time I feel beauty, I die a little more inside.
Drum beat, bass groove, guitar strum and piano key
Every time I feel music, I begin to see the end of me. 
Chorus:
Gazing, running, chasing after the unicorn relentlessly,
Whenever I get close, it escapes a little further slowly.
Verse-2
Then I open my eyes, I realize the unicorn is me!
All this while I was chasing after myself, now I see.
I contain the beauty, motivation, perfection, ambition,
Stretched my hands outwards to touch my mere reflection.
Chorus:
Gazing, running, chasing after the unicorn relentlessly,
Whenever I get close, it escapes a little further slowly.
Bridge:
Needed to look inwards, needed to face the inner me.
Can't waste anymore time, now I need to live free.
Chorus:
Gazing, running, chasing after the unicorn relentlessly,
Whenever I get close, it escapes a little further slowly.


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Dying Light



Verse-1:
I don't shine bright; but enough to make you go blind.
Fall into me and you'll see the darkness inside.
Your soul belongs to me it's pointless to fight.

Pre-Chorus:
I'm the dying light,
I still will touch your heart, so hold it tight.
I'm the dying light,
I'll steal a day from your life when I leave tonight.

Chorus:
So watch me before the final night.
Close your eyes after your last sight.
So watch me before the final night.
Close your eyes after your last sight.
I'm the dying light...


Verse-2:
love me but wait for the greatest fright.
I'll trick you into wrong all that's right.
Your soul belongs to me it's pointless to fight.

Pre-Chorus:
I'm the dying light,
I'll destroy you as I die but you won't even feel the spite.
I'm the dying light,
I'll break you into pieces; but don't give up on me yet!

Chorus:
So watch me before the final night.
Close your eyes after your last sight.
So watch me before the final night.
Close your eyes after your last sight.
I'm the dying light...

Outro:
I'm the dying light,
I don't shine bright; but enough to make you go blind.
I'm the dying light,
Fall into me and you'll see the darkness inside.
I'm the dying light,
love me but wait for the greatest fright.
I'm the dying light,
I'll trick you into wrong- all that's right.
So watch me before the final night.

Close your eyes after your last sight.
So watch me before the final night.
Close your eyes after your last sight.
I'm the dying light...
I'm the dying light...
I'm the dying light...
I'm the dying light...

I'm the dying light...



Wednesday, September 20, 2017

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝāχ āύেāĻĒাāϞ

āύেāĻĒাāϞ! āĻŦাংāϞাāĻĻেāĻļ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĻূāϰāϤ্āĻŦ āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ ā§Žā§§ā§Š āĻ•িāϞোāĻŽিāϟাāϰ। āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻŽāĻ•্āĻ•াāϰ āĻŽাāύুāώ āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻšāϜ্āϜ্āĻŦ āĻĒা⧟ āύা, āϤেāĻŽāύāχ āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻ…āϰ্āϧেāĻ• āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻĒাāϰ āĻ•āϰে āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻ…āύ্āϝাāύ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻļ āϘুāϰে। āĻāχ āϝাāϚ্āĻ›ি, āϝাāĻŦো āĻ•āϰেāĻ“ āύেāĻĒাāϞে āϝাāĻ“ā§Ÿা āĻšā§Ÿে āĻ“āĻ ে āύি। āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰেāϰ āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻĒাāϞ্āϞা⧟ āĻĒ⧜ে āĻ•োāύ āϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝাāĻļা āĻ›া⧜াāχ āϰāĻ“āύা āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ āύেāĻĒাāϞেāϰ āωāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝে।
āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āϧাāĻ•্āĻ•াāϟা āĻ–েāϞাāĻŽ āϝāĻ–āύ āĻĒ্āϞেāύ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻŽেāϘেāϰ āĻĢাঁāĻ• āĻĻি⧟ে āĻāĻ•āĻāϞāĻ•েāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻ–āϤে āĻĒেāϞাāĻŽ āĻšিāĻŽাāϞ⧟ āĻĒāϰ্āĻŦāϤেāϰ āĻāĻ•āĻŽāĻ•ে āϰূāĻĒাāϞী āĻļৃāĻ™্āĻ—। āĻŦুāĻ•েāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻ•োāĻĨা⧟ āϝেāύ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻŽৃāĻĻু āφāύ্āĻĻোāϞāύ āĻšāϞো।
āĻ•াāĻ āĻŽুāĻŖ্āĻĄুāϤে āύাāĻŽাāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•েāχ āĻļুāϰু āĻšāϞো āωāϤ্āϤেāϜāύা। āϝেāĻĻিāĻ•েāχ āϤাāĻ•াāχ, āĻĒ্āϰাāϚীāύ āϏ্āĻĨাāĻĒāύাāϰ āύিāĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύ। āϰাāϏ্āϤা⧟ āϰাāϏ্āϤা⧟ āĻāϞāĻŽāϞে āĻĒাāĻšা⧜ি āĻĒাāĻĨāϰেāϰ āϤৈāϰি āĻ…āĻĻ্āĻ­ুāϤ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āϏāĻŦ āĻ—ā§Ÿāύাāϰ āĻ›োāϟ āĻ›োāϟ āĻĻোāĻ•াāύ। āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϟি āĻ–াāĻŦাāϰ āĻĻোāĻ•াāύে āĻŽোāĻŽো, āĻĨুāĻ•āĻĒা āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻļুāϰু āĻ•āϰে āϰāĻ•āĻŽাāϰি āϏুāϏ্āĻŦাāĻĻু āύেāĻĒাāϞী āĻ–াāĻŦাāϰেāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻ­াāϰ। āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āĻŽুāĻšুāϰ্āϤে āĻŦা⧜āϤে āĻĨাāĻ•āϞো āύেāĻĒাāϞেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤি āφāĻŽাāϰ āφāĻ—্āϰāĻš।

āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻĨেāĻ•েāχ āĻļুāϰু āĻšā§Ÿে āĻ—েāϞো āĻ•াāĻ āĻŽুāĻŖ্āĻĄুāϰ āύৈāĻļ āφāϏāϰ। āĻĨাāĻŽেāϞেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϟি āϰাāϏ্āϤা āϰংāĻŦেāϰāĻ™েāϰ āύি⧟āύ āĻŦাāϤিāϰ āφāϞো⧟ āϜীāĻŦāύ্āϤ āĻšā§Ÿে āωāĻ āϞো। āĻŦিāĻ­িāύ্āύ āĻĻেāĻļ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āφāϏা āĻĒāϰ্āϝāϟāĻ•āĻĻেāϰ āĻĒāĻĻāϚাāϰāĻŖা⧟ āĻŽুāĻ–āϰ āĻšā§Ÿে āωāĻ āϞো āϞাāχāĻ­ āĻŽিāωāϜিāĻ• āĻ•্āϝাāĻĢে, āĻĄিāϏ্āĻ•ো, āĻ•্āϞাāĻŦ āφāϰ āϰেāϏ্āϟুāϰেāύ্āϟāĻ—ুāϞো। āĻĻুāĻĻিāύ āĻ•াāĻ āĻŽুāĻŖ্āĻĄু āĻĨাāĻ•াāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϰāĻ“āύা āĻšāϞাāĻŽ āĻĒোāĻ–াāϰাāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে। āĻĒāĻĨে āφāĻŦাāϰো āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻšāϞো āĻšিāĻŽাāϞ⧟েāϰ āϏাāĻĨে।
āĻĒুāϰো āĻĒোāĻ–াāϰা āĻļāĻšāϰāϟা āĻ—ā§œে āωāĻ েāĻ›ে āĻĒাāĻšা⧜েāϰ āωāĻĒāϤ্āϝāĻ•া⧟ āĻĢেāĻ“ā§Ÿা āϞেāĻ• āύাāĻŽেāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻš্āϰāĻĻāĻ•ে āϘিāϰে। āĻ…āύেāĻ• āϚেāώ্āϟা āĻ•āϰেāĻ“ āϚোāĻ– āϏāϰি⧟ে āϰাāĻ–āϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ āύা āĻš্āϰāĻĻāϟা āĻĨেāĻ•ে। āφāϰ āĻ“āχ āĻŦিāĻļাāϞ āĻš্āϰāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āϤাāĻ•াāϞেāχ āϏ্āĻĨাāύ-āĻ•াāϞেāϰ āϜ্āĻžাāύ āϞোāĻĒ āĻĒাāϚ্āĻ›িāϞ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻŦাāϰāχ।

āφāĻ—ে āĻĨেāĻ•েāχ āĻ িāĻ• āĻ•āϰে āϰেāĻ–েāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ āύেāĻĒাāϞে āĻ—ি⧟ে āĻ…্āϝাāĻĄāĻ­েāĻž্āϚাāϰ āϏ্āĻĒোāϰ্āϟāϏ āĻ•āϰāĻŦো। āĻĒ্āϝাāϰাāĻ—্āϞাāχāĻĄিং āĻĻেāĻ–ে āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞে āĻĒ্āϝাāϰাāϏেāχāϞিং-āĻāϰ āĻŽāϤোāχ āĻšāĻŦে, āϝেāϟা āφāĻ—ে āĻ•āϰেāĻ›ি। āϜিāĻĒ āĻĢ্āϞাāχং āĻĻেāĻ–ে āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞো āĻ•েāĻŦāϞ-āĻ•াāϰ-āĻāϰ āĻĻ্āϰুāϤāϤāϰ āϏংāϏ্āĻ•āϰāĻŖ। āĻŦাāĻ•ি āϰāχāϞো āĻŦাāĻž্āϜি āϜাāĻŽ্āĻĒিং। āĻ›োāϟāĻŦেāϞা⧟ āĻĻুāώ্āϟুāĻŽি āĻ•āϰāϞে āĻŦ⧜āϰা āĻŦāϞāϤো āĻĒা āĻŦেঁāϧে āωāϞ্āϟা āĻ•āϰে āĻুāϞি⧟ে āϰাāĻ–āĻŦে। āĻŦাāĻž্āϜি āϜাāĻŽ্āĻĒিং āĻŦিāώ⧟āϟা āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ āϏেāϰāĻ•āĻŽāχ। āĻĻুāχ āĻĒা āĻāĻ•āϏাāĻĨে āĻ•āϰে āĻŦেāϞ্āϟ āφāϰ āĻĻ⧜ি āĻĻি⧟ে āĻŦেঁāϧে āĻĒাāĻšা⧜েāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰে āĻ…āύেāĻ• āωঁāϚু āϜা⧟āĻ—া āĻĨেāĻ•ে āϧাāĻ•্āĻ•া āĻŽেāϰে āύিāϚে āĻĢেāϞে āĻĻে⧟। āύিāϚে āĻĒ⧜াāϰ āĻ িāĻ• āφāĻ— āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤে āĻĻ⧜িāϤে āϟাāύ āϞেāĻ—ে āĻ•ā§ŸেāĻ•āĻŦাāϰ āĻŦাāωāύ্āϏ āĻ•āϰে āĻ“āϞোāϟ-āĻĒাāϞোāϟ āĻ–ে⧟ে āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ āĻšā§Ÿে āϝা⧟ āĻŦাāĻž্āϜি āϜাāĻŽ্āĻĒাāϰ। āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āφāϏ্āϤে āφāϏ্āϤে āύিāϚে āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώāĻŽাāύ āύৌāĻ•া⧟ āύাāĻŽি⧟ে āύে⧟া āĻšā§Ÿ āϤাāĻ•ে। āĻŦাāĻž্āϜি āϜাāĻŽ্āĻĒিং āĻ•āϰাāϰ āφāĻ—ে āφāĻŽি āĻ•āĻ–āύো āĻ­াāĻŦিāύি āϜীāĻŦāύে āĻ•োāύ āĻ•িāĻ›ু āύি⧟ে āφāĻŽাāϰ āϭ⧟ āĻšāϤে āĻĒাāϰে। āϝāĻ–āύ āĻĒাāĻšা⧜েāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰে āϞাāĻĢ āĻĻে⧟াāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ•āϰāĻ›ি, āϤāĻ–āύ āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āϭ⧟ে āĻšাāϤ āĻĒা āĻ াāĻŖ্āĻĄা āĻšā§Ÿে āφāϏে। āϞাāĻĢ āĻĻে⧟াāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤে āĻŽāύে āĻšā§Ÿ āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻāĻ–াāύেāχ āĻļেāώ। āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āĻ•āϰেāχ āĻ…āύুāĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰি āϭ⧟ āĻ•েāϟে āĻ—ি⧟ে āύāϤুāύ āĻāĻ• āωāϤ্āϤেāϜāύা, āωāĻĻ্āĻĻীāĻĒāύা⧟ āĻ­āϰে āωāĻ েāĻ›ে āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏাāϰা āĻļāϰীāϰ। āĻŽāύে āĻšāϤে āĻĨাāĻ•ে āύāϤুāύ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦেঁāϚে āωāĻ āϞাāĻŽ। āĻāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽি āϜাāύি āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻ•েāύ āĻļāĻ– āĻ•āϰে āĻ•āϰে āĻāχ āϭ⧟āĻ™্āĻ•āϰ āĻ…্āϝাāĻĄāĻ­েāĻž্āϚাāϰ āϏ্āĻĒোāϰ্āϟāĻ—ুāϞো āĻ•āϰে। āĻŽাāύুāώ āύāϤুāύ āĻ•āϰে āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻĢিāϰে āĻĒাāĻ“ā§Ÿাāϰ āφāϏāĻ•্āϤিāϟা āĻ…āύুāĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰāϤে āϚা⧟।

āύāϤুāύ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦেঁāϚে āĻ“āĻ াāϰ āĻāχ āĻ…āύুāĻ­ূāϤিāϰ āĻ•াāϰāĻŖেāχ āĻ•ি āύা āĻ•ে āϜাāύে, āĻĒāϰেāϰ āĻĻিāύāĻ—ুāϞো āĻ–ুāĻŦ āĻ…āύ্āϝāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšāϤে āĻĨাāĻ•ে। āĻŽেāϘāϞা āφāĻ•াāĻļ āϏāϤ্āϤ্āĻŦেāĻ“ āϏাāϰাংāĻ•োāϟে āĻ—ি⧟ে āĻĒুāϰো āĻĻুāĻĒুāϰ-āĻŦিāĻ•াāϞ āĻ•াāϟি⧟ে āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āϤাāĻ•ি⧟ে āĻĨেāĻ•ে। āϝāĻĻি āĻŽেāϘ āĻ•েāϟে āĻ—ি⧟ে āĻāĻ•āĻāϞāĻ• āĻĻেāĻ–া āϝা⧟ āĻĢিāĻļāϟেāχāϞ āĻļৃāĻ™্āĻ— āĻŦা āĻ…āύ্āύāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖা āϰেāĻž্āϜ। āφāĻļাāĻšāϤ āĻšāχ āύি। āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāĻŦেāϞা āϏূāϰ্āϝ āϝāĻ–āύ āĻĄুāĻŦāĻ›ে, āĻ িāĻ•āχ āĻāĻ• āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻŽেāϘেāϰ āĻĢাঁāĻ• āĻ—āϞে āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻĻি⧟েāĻ›িāϞ āϏূāϰ্āϝāĻŽাāĻ–া āϏোāύাāϞী āĻĢিāĻļāϟেāχāϞ āφāϰ āĻ…āύ্āύāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖা। āύিāϜেāĻ•ে āĻšাāϰি⧟ে āĻĢেāϞেāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ āĻŽেāϘāĻĢুঁ⧜ে āĻŦেāϰ āĻšāĻ“ā§Ÿা āĻĒāϰ্āĻŦāϤāĻļৃāĻ™্āĻ—েāϰ āĻŦিāĻļাāϞāϤাāϰ āĻŽাāĻে।

āύেāĻĒাāϞ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻĻেāĻļ, āϝা āϏāĻŦ āϧāϰāĻŖেāϰ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāϟāĻ•āĻ•ে āφāĻ•ৃāώ্āϟ āĻ•āϰāĻŦে। āĻĒ্āϰāĻ•ৃāϤি āϝাāϰ āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻ, āϤাāĻ•ে āϝেāĻ­াāĻŦে āϟাāύāĻŦে āύেāĻĒাāϞ, āĻ িāĻ• āϏেāĻ­াāĻŦেāχ āϟাāύāĻŦে āϝাāϰ āĻĄিāϏ্āĻ•োāϤে āĻ—ি⧟ে āĻĒাāϰ্āϟি āĻ•āϰা āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻ āϤাāĻ•ে। āϝে āĻļāĻĒিং āĻ•āϰে āĻŽāϜা āĻĒা⧟, āϤাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āύেāĻĒাāϞ āϝāϤোāϟা āϞোāĻ­োāύী⧟, āĻ িāĻ• āϤāϤোāϟাāχ āϞোāĻ­োāύী⧟ āϝে āĻĒ্āϰাāϚীāύ āϏ্āĻĨাāĻĒāύা āĻĻেāĻ–āϤে āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻ āĻ•āϰে āϤাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ। āĻĻেāĻļে āĻĻেāĻļে āϘুāϰে āϝে āĻ­িāύāĻĻেāĻļী āĻ–াāĻŦাāϰ āĻ–েāϤে āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻ āĻ•āϰে āϤাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āύেāĻĒাāϞ āϝāϤোāϟা āφāĻŦেāĻĻāύāĻŽā§Ÿ, āĻ িāĻ• āϤāϤোāϟাāχ āφāĻŦেāĻĻāύāĻŽā§Ÿ āϝে āĻ…্āϝাāĻĄāĻ­েāĻž্āϚাāϰ āϏ্āĻĒোāϰ্āϟāϏ āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻ āĻ•āϰে āϤাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ।

āĻļেāώ āĻ•āϰাāϰ āφāĻ—ে āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ•āĻĨা āύা āĻŦāϞāϞেāχ āύা। āύেāĻĒাāϞে āϝেāĻ–াāύেāχ āĻ—েāĻ›ি āϏেāĻ–াāύেāχ āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āϰংāϧāύুāϰ āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻĒে⧟েāĻ›ি। āĻš্āϰāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒাāύিāϤে āϰংāϧāύু, āĻĒাāĻšা⧜েāϰ āĻ—া⧟ে āϰংāϧāύু, āĻĒাāĻšা⧜ি āĻāϰ্āĻŖা⧟ āϰংāϧāύু। āĻāĻ–āύ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āϜীāĻŦāύে āϝāϤোāĻŦাāϰ āϰংāϧāύু āĻĻেāĻ–āĻŦো, āϤāϤোāĻŦাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻĒ⧜āĻŦে āύেāĻĒাāϞেāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা।


Monday, February 20, 2017

Dreams



Things to do,
Wings to spread,
Dreams to dream

Songs to sing,
Bells to ring,
Joys to bring.

Rules to break,
Wish to make,
Steps to take.

Come you may,
Walk your way,
This is the day,
The moment to say-

"Things to do,
Wings to spread,
Dreams to dream."

Skies to fly,
Tears to dry,
No time to cry,

Worlds to see,
Spread the glee,
Let me break free,

Come you may,
Walk your way,
This is the day,
The moment to say-

"Things to do,
Wings to spread,
Dreams to dream."


Sunday, August 7, 2016

music influence

so, when someone asks me what kind of music i like, i can't answer immediately because i get confused. to me, the choice of music is all about the influence. the combination of specific music influences i had in different points of my life is my choice of music.
i've been exposed to Tagore song since the day i was born. so naturally I developed strong emotional bonding with this genre. and Tagore songs make me nostalgic.
when i was a teenager, my influence was mostly metal, rock, classic rock, psychedelic rock etc. which helped me through some really tough times in my life and i am grateful to have listened to Pink Floyd, Metallica, Doors, Iron Maiden, Nirvana, GnR etc.
i developed a subtle liking for Hindustani classical, Karnataka classical and Hindi movie songs for a period of time as i had Indian music influence back in university.
but now, for years i haven't had any music influence. probably once a year one friend would share a music video on my wall which i wouldn't even click. and i think i finally get to choose my kind of music without any influence- and it is POP (pop punk, pop rock, pop rock alternative etc.).
i have always loved POP songs. loved Michael Jackson, Madonna, Spice Girls, Boyzone, Pink, Avril Lavigne and the list goes on. these days i like Sia, Adele, Ellie Goulding, Demi Lovato, Lady Gaga etc. but i was in denial. POP was never cool enough to go with my persona. today, i come out of the closet only with the consolation that- today's pop will be tomorrow's classic rock.
however, i'm ever thankful to my music influence because those are the music that shaped me.