Pranav Gothic

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(English is a second language to me so please ignore my mistakes) Hey. I am just another guy from the crowd who wants to do something different. I play guitar, sing and write songs. I am sometimes a poet too. I play/write for my self satisfaction.I dream to make a band and Bring Back Grunge! one day. Grunge is not at all a type of music to me. It's was a Revolution! About small scale indie-artists from Seattle in the late 80's who didn't give a damn about what the record companies in L.A. thought. They just played music for fun. Money and fame didn't matter. Grunge is a source of inspiration to me. Every independent artist, no matter what music he/she/they make, is GRUNGE! Apart from all this I'm a funny guy (I think) . I might be weird sometimes cause I'm a loner. I like staying alone in peace listening to extreme alternative music. I believe when I plug in my headphones, the world's mouth is shut. I love making friends but emotionally, I'm usually pale. Very easy to fool me, but hard to get away. ;))

The Best Poem Of Pranav Gothic

A Heavy Hearted Sight

A radio screams another love-lost song through the frosty air.
The lightening conducts a grand orchestra of tyranny.
A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance.
A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew.
You can hear the beginnings of a quarrel drenching the misty night.
These feverish ill doings-
It all-
An instrumental quarrel-
Just another night,
A hopeless night!

Another man thumbs through photo albums as he wonders why he breathes.
A laugh is consumed into the depths of the dark wicked night.
You can see, through a window, flickering of a television in an empty room.
A family is getting home after visiting an ill grand-mother.
In the distance a chimney puffs out murky smoke lik a train.
Are we simple actors lost in our life's performance?
A dream like performance-
Shakespeare's desperate cries?
Just another night,
A confused night.

Another person asks the million dollar question 'Why? '.
A baby competes with its mother's charming ways
There is a sound of a door being dead bolted.
You can see a weary man tug his trash can to the road.
Another tear trickles down the cheek of a lonely woman.
Are we results of a recipe gone sour?
Alone-
A puppet dangling from tight strings.
Just another night,
An endless night.

And the night is as dark as your loneliest dreams.
another unanswered prayer-
Another opened bottle-
Another tear-
-empty
-desperate
-hopeless
Just another night
A sad-sad night.

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