The Road, The Spiral, The Puzzle

[Verse 1]

There’s a road I’ve walked a thousand times,

Yet every step feels strange and new.

Like footprints fading in the sand,

Leaving shadows where I once stood true.

[Pre-Chorus]

And I chase the echoes down the bend,

A whisper, a question, a hand I extend.

But the voice that answers—soft, unsure—

Is mine, and mine alone to mend.

[Chorus]

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle left unsolved.

I bend, I break, I fall, I rise—

And still, my soul evolves.

Not a straight line, not a perfect rhyme,

Just a story being told,

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle I unfold.

[Verse 2]

The mirror shows a stranger’s face,

A piece that never seemed to fit.

But maybe all these scattered parts

Were never meant to be a script.

[Pre-Chorus]

So I trace the edges, rough and real,

Find the colors in what I feel.

No need to force the final shape,

Some truths are made, some truths reveal.

[Chorus]

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle left unsolved.

I bend, I break, I fall, I rise—

And still, my soul evolves.

Not a straight line, not a perfect rhyme,

Just a story being told,

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle I unfold.

[Bridge]

Not lost, not found—just somewhere in between,

A note still ringing, unheard but seen.

If I embrace the shifting tide,

Then maybe I was whole the whole damn time.

[Final Chorus – with gentle rise and fall]

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle left unsolved.

And maybe there’s no final answer,

Just the beauty of the fall.

Not a straight line, not a perfect rhyme,

Just a story being told,

I am the road, I am the spiral,

I am the puzzle I unfold.

[Outro – soft, lingering]

And I will walk, and I will wander,

Knowing now, I am enough.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

C# minor. Violin lead. Light tabla. Female vocals. 

Khoi Raahon Ka Safar

[Verse 1]

Kahin intezaar, intezaar,

Intezaar kar rahe honge,

Woh bhooli raahen un bhatke kadmon ka

Intezaar ab bhi kar rahe honge.

[Pre chorus]

Dilon mein ek aasha, aankhon mein ek sapna,

Woh guzra hua kal, laut kar phir aayega.

[Chorus]

Har mod pe hum tum, milte rahe yun hi,

Phir bhi raaste hain tanhaayi ke.

Saath rehna tha manzil tak, par soonaa hai safar,

In nirmohi lamhon mein, kho gaye hain hum kahin.

[Verse 2]

Shaam ka andhera, yaadon ka gehra,

Pal do pal ka intezaar hai bas.

Woh chalte rahe, bin manzil ke raahi,

Jaane kab tak yun hi bhatakte rahenge.

[Bridge] 

Rishta hai waqt se, khwahishon ka silsila,

Jaane kyun hum ab bhi uss pal mein hain zinda.

Aankhon se yeh aansoo chhupaaye rahe ab tak,

Magar dil ke kone mein, pyaar ki gehri kasak.

[Chorus]

Har mod pe hum tum, milte rahe yun hi,

Phir bhi raaste hain tanhaayi ke.

Saath rehna tha manzil tak, par soonaa hai safar,

In nirmohi lamhon mein, kho gaye hain hum kahin.

[Outro]

Kahin intezaar, intezaar,

Intezaar kar rahe honge,

Woh bhooli raahen un bhatke kadmon ka

Intezaar ab bhi kar rahe honge.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Bollywood. D minor. Female vocals/Duet. Violin lead. Light tabla. Cinematic. 

If I Had Said

[Verse 1]
I care, I cared, I always will,
But the words got lost, my hands stayed still.
I swore I’d say it, swore I’d try,
But silence held me, I don’t know why.

[Pre-Chorus]
And now the nights stretch cold and wide,
A name I whisper, but never cried.
If I had spoken, if you had known,
Would I be standing here alone?

[Chorus]
If I had said it, would you have stayed?
If I had shown it, would you have swayed?
Would I have held you, my pride, my prize,
Or lost you still, just in different skies?

[Verse 2]
Had I foreseen the road ahead,
Would I have dared the words unsaid?
Or would they falter, fall apart,
Before they ever reached your heart?

[Pre-Chorus]
And now the nights stretch cold and wide,
A name I whisper, but never cried.
If I had spoken, if you had known,
Would I be standing here alone?

[Chorus]
If I had said it, would you have stayed?
If I had shown it, would you have swayed?
Would I have held you, my pride, my prize,
Or lost you still, just in different skies?

[Bridge - soft, almost spoken]
Maybe one day, you'll turn and see,
The love I buried quietly.
Maybe the bird will catch my eye,
Or maybe it’s just another lie.

[Final Chorus - softer, fading away]
If I had said it, would you have stayed?
If I had shown it, would you have swayed?
Would I have held you, my pride, my prize,
Or lost you still, just in different skies?


-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Anthem of Hope

Ambrose from Heaven,

A great time for all on earth.

Ambrose from Haden,

A good time, nonetheless.

Waiting for the times to change, waiting, waiting...

Wishing all the thorns would burn, leaving...

Leaving behind the chimes of peace, waiting...

Waiting for the scent to bring in the soul!

And when you've been wishing and praying

As hard as we have; when you've been waiting

As much as we have, it hardly matters, then!

Ambrose from Heaven, 

Welcome with open arms. 

Ambrose from Haden,

Welcome, welcome, nonetheless.

I’ve searched for solace in the skies,

And walked through shadows seeking light.

Peace is neither here nor there,

It’s in the heart that dares to care.

Ambrose from the stars,

We gather under your gleam.

Ambrose from the scars,

Healing all that we dream.

Yearning for the light to break, yearning, yearning...

Praying all the pain will fade, healing...

Healing every heart and mind, yearning...

Yearning for the dawn to rise in the soul!

And when you've been yearning and hoping

As deeply as we have; when you've been healing

As long as we have, it becomes our anthem, then!

Ambrose from the stars, 

We welcome your embrace.

Ambrose from the scars,

We welcome, we welcome your grace.

Ambrose from Heaven,

Or Haden, it’s all the same.

Ambrose from anywhere,

Peace alone is my flame.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

The Keeper's Light

I am not the path, nor the journey's end,
But the glow that bends where shadows bend.
I hold no answers, no promised land,
Only this lamp and a steady hand.

I’ve seen the eager, the bold, the lost,
Crossing waters at their perilous cost.
They chase the mirage, the fleeting flame,
But find no solace, only blame.

“Still your mind,” I whisper low,
“Let the ripples fade and the truth will show.
This light I bear is not for show;
It’s yours to carry, yours to grow.”

Some heed my call, their hearts aflame,
Others scoff and seek a name.
But the lamp is patient, it does not tire,
It waits for the soul who will dare to aspire.

When my time wanes, as all times must,
I set the lamp down in solemn trust.
Not to extinguish, not to forget,
But to guide the steps of those not met.

For this light is not mine, nor yours alone,
It’s the flame of wisdom, a seed once sown.
So take it, bearer, and keep it bright—
For the Chasm yields only to the Keeper's light.


-- Pradeep K (Prady)

The Voice of Many

We saw the signs; we heard the chime,

The age unraveling in its time.

Yet we ran, heads high, through crimson rain,

Believing our wits could erase the stain.

Too clever, we thought, to face our dread,

Too wise to mourn the lives we’d shed.

We sang of reason, we played the tune,

Drowning the truth beneath our rune.

The light pursued, its gaze unkind,

So we buried the spark, blinded our mind.

What’s right? What’s wrong?—who cares to say?

The flight was all that mattered today.

With heads detached, in hand we held,

Brushes of logic where visions swelled.

“We’ll paint a world,” we proudly cried,

“Our truth, our rules—no need to hide!”

But Shadow lingered, soft yet stark,

Maturing slowly in the dark.

Its icy touch, when it found its way,

Would mark the hour we’d all obey.

We tried to run, to mask, to defy,

But could not escape the endless sky.

For the weight we bore, the truths we skewed,

Became the chains that Shadow renewed.

And here we stand, though the fight was grand,

Aware of the grip of that icy hand.

In our pride, we never knew—

We shaped the chasm we stumbled through.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Chapter 1.3: Thus Spake The Chasm

The quiet hollow, the boundless breath,
The womb of silence, the right of death.
Not born of matter, nor shaped by hand,
I am the void left behind to expand.

As they fall into me, their endless cries,
Ambition’s echoes, lustful highs.
Good and Bad, their fleeting claims,
Fuel my depths, stoke my flames.

For I am the hunger that cannot be fed,
The dream that lingers when light has fled.
Through their striving, I take my form,
A vortex of calm within their storm.

I grow with the divide of what they seek,
I grow with their yearning, their fervent peaks.
Cries of triumph, cries of the meek,
I grow as they rise, and I grow as they break.

I am no tyrant, no cruel decree,
No voice of command, no will to agree.
Only the reflection of all they see,
The mirror they fear, the truth they plea.

They call me void, they call me despair,
I am what they feel, they’re unaware.
Every love, every loss, every fight,
Swallowed whole by my depth, infinite.

From Shadow's spark to restless flame,
They created me; I bear no shame.
For every division, every rift they make,
I widen, I deepen, with each mistake.

And yet, I cradle their fleeting years,
Their hollow joys, their darkest fears.
I give them purpose, a truth to defy,
A space to question, to wonder why.

Let them build and let them break,
Let them tremble and let them ache.
For I am their mirror, their silent call,
The endless chasm to devour them all.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)