The world. Is a blueberry cheesecake. It might look all weird and soft. Almost alien. But once you dig your spoon, scoop it up and take one bite of it. You realise you’re hooked. There’s no going back. More blueberry cheesecake. Unless you dont like blueberry cheesecake in which case you take a bite anyway and try to act all ok even though its terrible. Yep. That’s life.

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No More Battle: Antriksh Bali

What I feel about the Delhi Music Scene nowadays.

8 E I G H T 8 M U S I C

Throughout history, it has been observed that great change was brought about only when the common man, absolutely fed up of rampant inequality and injustice, stood up and decided to make a drastic change not just for himself, but for the mindset of an entire generation and the ones following it. These are radical times, and radical times call for a revolution. This is exactly what the music scene in Delhi needs. Musicians need to rise up from petty politics, throw away all preconceived notions about everything, come together and form a bond that can dissolve all societal structure and truly unite everyone in the spirit of music and love.

As a musician myself, the feeling of creating a piece of music that actually ends up taking its own unique form in itself, an entity bigger than all of us is more than just a creative process. it’s almost a…

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Chains

Seldom life sends you flowers, it sends you gifts and boots
but sometimes it sends you colours and men in suits
They jump off roofs dressed in blue and disappear
real life didn’t give them a pill, only fear and more fear
pumped up by the media, drugs and hysteria
like a bland computer program coded in sepia
they carry out functions, imitations and visitations
embrace board meetings, notes and perspiration
Finally, all processes come to an end
a new one must take their place and blend
into the dust of the evening train
Come, follow the story of chains

Once, a boy much full of glee
and thoughts otherworldly
Decided to steal a key
to a locked closet, mystery
It was old and pointy
abuzz like a bee
he wondered what it would be
Maybe a door to another universe
or maybe a stone with a curse
Could be a walking-talking toy
or just a girl and a boy
stuck for all eternity
He tried to see, but it wasn’t meant to be
Come, follow the story of chains

A dreamer and a screamer are similar, yet not the same
while one thinks, another plays a child’s game
This is the story of dwarves making claims
One sees a monster under every window and door
while another sees a new world beyond the moor
Days and years seem trivial and forced for one
while another counts the seconds and minutes of the sun
which one is the better and which one the lesser?
Stuck inside a mushroom, there is not much room
to decide which one is sane
Come, follow the story of chains

Before I begin a tale, another
A word of caution, brother
listen and laugh to your heart’s content
but after we arrive at the end
run back to your tent
tell no one, what you heard and said
this is all a dream and you’re in bed
A snap and a click will wake you up with a fuzzy head

Fixes & Breaks

Come with me to the doors of a nascent journey

It begins at sundown, but it remains where it was

Trying to slowly find its way through thick and thin

Yet it has known where it was going all along

Fixes & Breaks

To take apart a system, synapse to screw-bolt

To take in the essence of all that lives and evolves

To destroy a path and find a new sun in the clouds

Hiding beneath a purple moongaze, descending

Slowly taking over the horizons, you run and rewind

Fixes & Breaks

You could tell yourself it was all meant to be taken apart

Examined, Assimilated one piece at a time

But what else is left of the beautiful day, when all but the second one is yet to begin

You persist day after day, taking it apart putting it together

But all the pieces were always there, there are no new ones

Fixed

And then all that was meant to be glorified, is tainted

The descent begins yet again, taking you back to where it all begins

Places that don’t exist anymore, but in disconnected fragments

Broken shards of a table set that provided purpose and solace

Wires edging out of the framework, A broken place

Forever and Always

Breaks