|| Hari Om || || Shree Ram || || Ambadnya ||
Recently, I had the privilege of participating in a short film project, titled "GRACE.", in the capacity of a scriptwriter. During the course of the movie, I composed the lyrics for an original song:
I KNOW WE'LL MEET AGAIN
On and on the Sun does shine,
But I feel its warmth no more.
Where once with you I was whole,
Now I'm just raw and sore.
But I feel its warmth no more.
Where once with you I was whole,
Now I'm just raw and sore.
The memory of your smile is all,
The hope I have inside of me
How I wish I could forget you,
And from my clutches set you free.
The hope I have inside of me
How I wish I could forget you,
And from my clutches set you free.
I hold the tears deep inside,
Smile despite the pain.
For this is not the end, dear one.
I know we'll meet again.
Smile despite the pain.
For this is not the end, dear one.
I know we'll meet again.
Once again we'll walk together,
Talk and laugh and fight some more.
Hand in hand, thought in thought,
Inseparable, as we were before.
Talk and laugh and fight some more.
Hand in hand, thought in thought,
Inseparable, as we were before.
The lyrics are meant to show an intense longing, the pain of separation ,as well as the hope that all is not lost. That the two lost ones shall meet again.
These lyrics were subsequently converted into a beautiful song, by my extremely talented batchmates at KEM Hospital : Mihir Vaidya and Arya Shah, with the serene vocals provided by Prabodhini Gadhari, also from KEM Hospital.
Readers can listen to and download the song from the link below:
I have really enjoyed participating in this venture. It was an enriching experience, one well outside our blinkered existence as medical students. It was also a nice change to move from "Poet" to "Lyricist". I hope that we will bring forth many such compositions in the times to come.
I will also present the movie here once it is completed.
Ambadnya to my beloved Dad, Aniruddha Bapu for always encouraging me to pursue my interests and not just be tied up in the chains of academics.
And it is by His Grace that these lyrics came forth. He is the writer, and I the instrument.
-Ambadnya Arnav H. Tongaonkar
|| Hari Om || || Shree Ram || || Ambadnya ||
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