Majjano Prem Promo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnSBypPhwDo&feature=share

Aisa Bhaarat (Mukhda only)

I was just coming my way to office when I thought of a tune, started humming it and then put some words into it. This song is a patriotic song, which describes a country that I want to make. Please note that I do NOT support Anna and this song is NOT a result of Anna's so called victory or his so-called revolution. It is just kinda new anthem for India that I thought of. I need some mandolin players in Indore who can help me put my words in sync with music to create the magic that I intend to. Hope my efforts are appreciated. Thanks!


(Adlib aalaap)
(Music)
Ab na koi aahat ho, na koi ghabrahat ho
Ab na koi bandish ho, dabi sin a koi khwahish ho
Ab yuhi soone rasto pe, dare na koi aam insaan
Ab aise sannaton me, goonje na koi cheekh kabhi
(Music)

Aisaa Bhaarat hum banayenge ye
Jaha na ho paida koi ravan aao pran kar lein
Jaha na ho raundhe jaye armaan kisike pran kar lein
Jaha na ho aansu laachaari ke aao pran kar lein
(music)

When dreams shatter

Why do we dream, why do we desire
running ahead of time to achieve, to acquire
not knowing what lies ahead, we continue to spear ahead
and when the end comes, we drop dead.

Why dont we live today, re-live today
why dont we make the most
Why do we count years and not seconds
And when the time ends, it seems just like we lived some seconds.

If everything is uncertain, but death
though not knowing when it might occur
why do we pursue money, fame and sin
as they're unnecessary, why dont we chase name, deeds and life?

When the last breath cometh out,
your whole life circles around in a second, trying to speed ahead of the breath
and all you realize is that nothing is permanent, everything goes down the ground
your last tear is not for the memories but for those dreams that shattered sans the slightest sound.

White Anger

It's all about composure
the art of keeping silent, the resistance to exposure
but when it comes to passion, your total devotion
your area of expertise, no shit is acceptable
be it true be it not

Men say you need to compromise,
find your way out of the clutter
be different, be creative, innovate and ideate,
search, research and re-create
but doing that, itself makes me a part of the clutter
being silent I succumb in my thoughts
trying to curb my anger

But seldom do I succeed in doing that
the anger surely vents up, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting
though I keep it simple, unoffensive and low-pitched,
I myself think that I've unleashed the beast and the silence is broken
but though my words are as sober as they can be,
as polite as possible,
that's what I call the eruption of 'White Anger'
as it never puts someone in the dark, but removes the darkness within me
making me feel pure n' white
fresh and composed!