Chalis Chor, A song based on the folk tale Ali baba & 40 theives, Is worth listening to on CD baby.
There’s a link I”ll put up for you. Check it out. It’s pretty cheap, and a very interesting hear. It’s got all kinds of instruments going on with strange beats some of you would really enjoy. The hair at the back of my head stood up when I heard it.
This really some music that pleases the soul.
Thanks guys if you read this article & give me a feedback if you heard the song.
Here’s the link : http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/vas1
Three Cheers! Varun
Hairy verses and cotton reeves,
dissimilar from wicked thieves…
an outsider, far beyond
one word. . .
clock’s go whirring by
one look , it’s a cats eye
short and form its a woven kind,
cottage cheese from a devi’s mind.
Thrimble , thrumble one of nine’
Seven sandals is a mans mime’
One word spoken thrice
Man, you know I heard it twice’
Look! Scratch a monkeys night.
Aged man from far above ‘
Calling home though he knew none
Drum hum chuckle n chum
Whisper is a mans light.
Of you go, shush!!! quiet.
Noddy nod, quiet cod’
Simple chatter, slurring shire
Gup! Out we go
My book is up for sale,
There’s a sample reading on this page,
it’s called Dhanvantri’s Escapade
On a Blue moon Sunday,
Dwarves laid their eggs by a tree
The eggs hatched and out came being’s
beings that were heavenly, like the trees….
God wove his magic in this realm. They called it synthesis or a
blue moon sunrise.
***This picture was taken from the speaking tree section in the TIMES OF INDIA, 13-10-2013
The fire of trees.
The Blue moon sunrise symbolizes eternal embodiment. It means sunshine through the waters.
that emulsifies with hues of blue and yellow to give us the color of nature,
which be green.
Wether this be a shadow or reflections of it, I know not. But, what it really is, is
Whenever trees burn God’s work is at play. He is burning the trees for a greater tomorrow for his people, as it signifies fertility and new offspring.
New buds and newer trees,
of old one’s that have been.
What you know is what you seek
Today or Tomorrow an unearthly piece it brings…
Sing now and you will see
LOve tales and honey dew in tears
A swan is hurt, A swan is hurt!
Tomorrow I greet this day
O! Sun from Japan
Wise mourner what is yuu seek?
“An unearthly wisdom in the silent breez’e”, replies he.
“Honey dew and some pleasantries”
Like a Melody that took from divinity
What could taht be?
O! milk of Paddy
Sea waves are blurry
The foam they generate…
It is but a bird
That can tell the difference
To migrate between the realms
Is to tell the differences
Which is nothing but a song
On journey and stone ,through a writers unkown
Strange sounds and a forest nightingale, in a blurry sunrise across the western shore of
Lights that light the sky are not rare yet she cries and sings like spire harp at that sight.
She is aged yet knowledge eludes her, as time is still and the waining moon is by her breast.
my sight eludes her, but I know that the cry brings a misery for none to tell.
A storm in a tea cup?