Its the best communication medium to ever enchant the world. Silence is what we were born with, it is what we will die with. It'll go with us till eternity and it echoes uptill infinity. I prefer silence, though my words, written, not uttered..will speak for me and my silent pride.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
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)
(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)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
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!
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!
Monday, July 18, 2011
3 Days of eternity
It were 3 days if you count
but eternity to feel
glancing eyes that showered love
and an innocent appeal
I could see her dressed afresh
and smiling right ahead of me
I was longing for a kiss
and I knew so was thinking she
A journey that began with calm hold of her hand
went on to be a memoir that is brighter than 'em all
making love, goin around, playing, pranking and just kidding
I now was a man turned to a father figure tall
Never can I express how it felt to be seeing
a smiling, joyous angel spreading arms, running to me
as she jumped up to my arms and felt the father-figure hold
in a flash it felt like coming back to my family
Rains wet me how but made her day
I would love to drench if she's holdin my hand
I thought of it and oh my God, the time is now
our precious, marvelous 3 days of eternity were coming to an end
But now I know, these days would come
again and again in the coming time
as love grows fast and faster now
I would re-live eternity someday till the end of time!
but eternity to feel
glancing eyes that showered love
and an innocent appeal
I could see her dressed afresh
and smiling right ahead of me
I was longing for a kiss
and I knew so was thinking she
A journey that began with calm hold of her hand
went on to be a memoir that is brighter than 'em all
making love, goin around, playing, pranking and just kidding
I now was a man turned to a father figure tall
Never can I express how it felt to be seeing
a smiling, joyous angel spreading arms, running to me
as she jumped up to my arms and felt the father-figure hold
in a flash it felt like coming back to my family
Rains wet me how but made her day
I would love to drench if she's holdin my hand
I thought of it and oh my God, the time is now
our precious, marvelous 3 days of eternity were coming to an end
But now I know, these days would come
again and again in the coming time
as love grows fast and faster now
I would re-live eternity someday till the end of time!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Lil desires
Lil desires of mine
swaying to and fro in time
all I need is a break
to return to my sailing trek
once ashore I dream ahead
through my heart not from da head
yeah an idea is in the ways
and swoosh I again go with the waves
Lil desires of mine
playing with the moments in the tides of time
lil desires of mine
lemme stay ashore for an hour if fine
Whispers the chants of sea gulls
shining are the small lil sea pearls
lil desires of mine
lemme hear them for my mind to shine
swaying to and fro in time
all I need is a break
to return to my sailing trek
once ashore I dream ahead
through my heart not from da head
yeah an idea is in the ways
and swoosh I again go with the waves
Lil desires of mine
playing with the moments in the tides of time
lil desires of mine
lemme stay ashore for an hour if fine
Whispers the chants of sea gulls
shining are the small lil sea pearls
lil desires of mine
lemme hear them for my mind to shine
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Yaad ayega zaroor
Meri aankhon me nami si hai
Mere hothon pe hasi si hai
Mere mathe pe shikan bhi hai
aur baatein befikar si hai
Lagta hai aisa jaanewaala hai koi mujhse door,
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor.
Dosti ke pal, yaad aa rahe hai
hasi se bhare din...ab rula rahe hai
jane kyon mujhe, aisa lag raha hai
bas kuch dino me, sab jaa raha hai,
Lagta hai aisa jaa raha hu khud se door,
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor.
Mere hothon pe hasi si hai
Mere mathe pe shikan bhi hai
aur baatein befikar si hai
Lagta hai aisa jaanewaala hai koi mujhse door,
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor.
Dosti ke pal, yaad aa rahe hai
hasi se bhare din...ab rula rahe hai
jane kyon mujhe, aisa lag raha hai
bas kuch dino me, sab jaa raha hai,
Lagta hai aisa jaa raha hu khud se door,
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor
Yaad ayega zaroor...mujhko huzoor.
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