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Big Empty

  • May 7, 2022
  • 1 min read

In survival find meanings to lives trade with bonds and belly fireflies ​ Mind ranks one! alas, the soul cries factories shut life expires ​ Pull out the mask and ask why world, I run all over your face, why world? can’t I own a dream, a big empty with no trace? Break of a day to middle of the nights half-naked minds shaking earth and skies After its done, do you feel old? does your easy chair carry your clay load? Pull out the mask and ask why world, I run all over your face? why world, can’t I own a dream, a big empty with no trace?



The recent conflict between Russia and Ukraine giving rise to speculations for a WW III, following 3 dark years of pandemic leads me to let some poignance out with this song. Do listen and share the word of peace if you can! ​ Written, performed (vocals, guitars, tabla), arranged and produced by Subhrojyoti. © Subhrojyoti Roy Chaudhuri, March, 2022

 
 
 

Plans get higher

  • Mar 17, 2022
  • 1 min read



Plans get higher


Better you lift the curtain

I want to see the rains

Kept in covers of worries

Let unfold the blood stains

I hid behind walls of shadows

In wounds of self-disdain

See, it’s all flooded here now

Let’s scrub out the sin

Storm’s growing wilder

Clouds turning thicker

Skin pales dryer

Plans get higher

Do receive our transporters

Knocking at the door

I’d like to say hello

Before our journey down the shore


I hid behind walls of shadows

In wounds of self-disdain

See, it’s all flooded here now

Let’s scrub out the sin

Storm’s growing wilder

Clouds turning thicker

Skin pales dryer

Plan gets higher

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© 2021 Subhrojyoti Roy Chaudhuri

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The times in life when one feels overwhelmingly flooded with circumstantial downers. As an independent artist, the wave of COVID and its rippling impacts on all aspects of family relations inspired me to think of this song. Such situations can be tough; however, they can also be seen as reminders from the supreme soul to be aware of the presence of our conscience, which is nothing but the reflection of the supreme soul itself.

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Love,

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Subhrojyoti

 
 
 
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