There’s some New Magic for you…

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 :

Three Cheers! Varun



Rags and rat holes.

Hairy verses and cotton reeves,

dissimilar from wicked thieves…

an outsider, far beyond

wording phases,

trickery unwound,
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

Croquet smells,

Konkony shells.

The Tree Stamps…


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 synthesis .

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.

A Shakuhachi melody


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

we sing rag’s woven through time – Chakradhara  

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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?