Naqaab-E-Khudi

[Musical intro - saxophone solo, ending on C#]

[Intro - English]
I’ve worn this face so long,
It fits like skin, feels like skin.
But it has never felt real,
It has never felt like mine.

[Verse 1 - Hindi]
Naqaab tha tab ek zarurat
Par ab pehchaan ban gaya
Jo sach tha, woh chup raha
Jhoot pakdaa naa gayaa

[Saxophone solo, ending on C#]

[Refrain - English]
I built this empire of mirrors
But none reflect who I am
I speak in echoes, and answer
To names I never chose

[Saxophone solo, ending on C#]

[Verse 2 - Mixed]
Chehra badla, per dard wahi tha!
I became the version they needed
And buried the one I loved
Kya kartha main, mujhko bataa!

[Bridge - English] 
The mask cracked, but no one noticed.
The truth bled, but it looked like art.
And then I smiled for the cameras,
And I cried... Cried in the captions!

[Saxophone solo, ending on C#]

[Outro - Hindi]
Naqaab utar jab gayaa,
Chehraa pehchaan na aayaa.
Aankhon ne khilaayaa dhokaa,
Sacch phir bhi cchupaa rahaa!

[Saxophone solo, ending on C#]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)


Style:
B-minor. Soulful. Soft Rock. Breathy tenor Saxophone. Ambient textures. The vocal phrasing should often resolve on black keys (e.g., F#, G#, C#), creating emotional tension and unresolved cadence. Avoid full harmonic resolution; let the melody linger in ambiguity.

Where the Wind Knows My Name

[Intro - Cello solo - Soft drone fades in... then a slow, bowed melody]

[Verse 1]

The wind moves through the valley, whispering low,

Tracing the bones of the earth where the old rivers flow.

Mountains rise, but they bow to the rain,

Time carves its echoes, then leaves them again.

[Verse 2]

The sea sings to the shoreline, a song without end,

It holds and releases, as tides do to friends.

A lesson in keeping, a lesson in stray,

A lesson in knowing what drifts must obey.

[Cello solo - Breathlike, as if the land itself sighs]

[Verse 3]

Roots thread through stone, both captive and free,

A forest that bends is a forest that breathes.

The stars write in silence, in ink we can’t see,

They guide without binding, they shine without need.

[Refrain - Soft, almost spoken, as if the wind itself speaks]

Where the wind knows my name, I will go,

Where the tides pull my heart, I will flow.

The mountain, the river, the sky—they remain,

Changing, unchanging, like blood in my veins.

[Cello solo - deep low hum before rising again]

[Verse 4]

A leaf lets go when the sun tells it so,

Not out of sorrow, but trust in the flow.

For even in falling, it finds its way,

Feeding the roots that will rise one day.

[Outro - Cello solo - swells like waves, slowly fading out into silence]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Upcountry Folk. Cello. D Dorian. Spiritual. Profound.