Ferment with a mixture
Of pain and misery, the soul
Shrinks to corners of sewed skin
Blinking to escape
Escaping to survive.

Survive! Not as mere mortals
But counts of a deathless stream,
Writings in the ledgers of keepers
Which lay buried in graves.

Graves not just of mere beings
But of ideas and ideals
Of love and loved ones
Of motherese and madmen.

Not all mad men
But ones aggrieved with the sanity
Of reliving the memory of dead
Who haven’t died yet, everyday.

Chinar ages, turns to fire
Then sheds all it loves
Hoping winter passes, spring
Is when green covers all.


Reading through quora posts on greatest solo’s ever, I was reminded of three great performances from artists of sub-continent. To me these are finest examples of versatility, spontaneity and perfection. They tear apart the mundanes that is usually associated to Hindustani classical.

The first one is a performance by Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, accompanied by Farukkh Fateh and Ustad Taari Khan at the Washington state university. Here Ustad thrills with his prowess and a six octave vocal range. The song – Dhan Dhan Bhag Hamari Sajni.

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