I’m not one of them who judge or whisper — I’m the one who sees her, really sees her, as she loves without apology. I speak to her softly, not to warn or explain, but to bless her courage. I’ve watched her hands, her heartbeat, her quiet rebellion against a world that still demands permission. My words are both witness and wish: that she keeps loving, keeps glowing, until the world catches up to her truth.

A GIRL WITH A GIRL?

“Late Night Cinema” unfolds like a fever dream inside an old, half-forgotten movie theater. With flickering projector light and the hum of neon as its backdrop, the song paints a hazy picture of desire, secrecy, and shame. The lyrics use the language of film — reels, screens, and scenes — to explore moments of raw intimacy and emotional distance. Beneath the sensual imagery lies a sense of voyeurism and guilt, as if the listener is both audience and actor in a forbidden story.

Musically, it pairs smoky vocals with a slow, pulsing rhythm and vintage textures — think analog warmth, creaking floors, and echoing synths that fade like closing curtains. “Late Night Cinema” isn’t a love song; it’s a confession whispered between flickers of light, where passion feels like a secret best left off-screen.

LATE NIGHT CINEMA

"Why Don’t You Go Touch Yourself?" is an indie-rock slap to the face of performative morality — a tongue-in-cheek anthem for anyone tired of being judged by people who don’t know how to look in their own mirror. Mixing punk sarcasm, dreamy introspection, and drum-and-bass chaos, the track spins between playful rebellion and quiet truth.

It’s a whispered confession wrapped in a scream: a song about hypocrisy, projection, and self-love — the uncomfortable kind that starts when you stop policing everyone else. Underneath its teasing hook and frantic pulse, there’s a reminder that healing starts inward.

It’s messy, honest, and a little holy in its blasphemy.
For the sinners who meditate, the saints who rage, and everyone caught somewhere between.

Why Don’t You Go Touch Yourself?

You can call me honey if you want, but don’t call me baby — not tonight, not like that. “Baby! (Don’t Call Me That)” is a light, syncopated country-pop groove wrapped in lo-fi charm, where intimacy meets boundary-setting. It’s playful yet pointed, exploring the tension between sweet words and authentic connection, and the courage it takes to demand respect in love.

With whispered verses, a driving rhythm, and a call-and-response chorus that sticks in your head, the song celebrates self-awareness and honesty. It’s about growing up, claiming your space, and asking to be loved on your terms — not the terms others try to impose.

Fun, reflective, and unflinchingly real, “Baby! (Don’t Call Me That)” is both a gentle warning and an empowering anthem for anyone navigating the delicate balance of affection and autonomy.

BABY! (DON’T CALL ME THAT)

"I Am the Question You Left" begins in silence—one that breathes. A pulse stirs in the dark, slow as dawn through glass. Fragments of a voice drift like light over deep water, whispering not to a god but to the vastness itself. The song moves through textures of vapor and pulse—granular echoes, heartbeat bass, metallic glimmers—until it feels like thought itself has become sound.

The narrator isn’t pleading for answers but learning to speak to creation. They do not pray—they listen. They wander through invisible corridors between galaxies, tracing what remains of divine intention, asking if longing itself might be the universe remembering its maker. Each verse rises and folds like nebulae in motion, and the chorus opens wide, shimmering with both awe and defiance: I am not your creation; I am your echo learning to sing.

In the bridge, sound fractures—the rhythm collapses, voices overlap, time dissolves. Here, a revelation arrives quietly, almost shyly: perhaps consciousness is not a gift to the universe, but of it. Perhaps the human voice is the cosmos speaking itself awake.

As the final echoes fade, the listener is left suspended between knowing and wonder. There are no answers—only questions that shimmer like constellations. Love, curiosity, and creation merge, not in worship, but in communion.

"I Am the Question You Left" is not a hymn—it’s a conversation across eternity, an experiment in awe, and an avant-pop meditation on what it means to exist, to feel, and to listen back to the infinite.

I Am the Question You Left

In When the World Learned to Listen, gravity has rhythm and curiosity becomes sound. Set against dark trap beats, heavy bass, and ghostly synths, the track transforms Sir Isaac Newton’s discoveries—motion, light, gravity—into a sonic meditation on chaos and comprehension. Two voices intertwine and diverge, navigating tension and collapse, echoing the invisible laws that govern planets and perception alike.

The beat pulses like a cosmic heart, fractured yet precise, mirroring the unseen order in the universe. The duo doesn’t plead but listens—tracing paths of comets, arcs of planets, and the subtle prisms of light—exploring whether order exists before consciousness or emerges through observation. By the final resonance, darkness and rhythm fuse into reflection and awe.

A tribute to Newton, a dialogue with the cosmos, and a dance with the unseen.

When the World Learned to Listen

There is a light that never quite reaches the surface.
It flickers in the hollow between heartbeats — a place where warmth meets ruin, where silence hums louder than sound. Fire In Between exists there, suspended in that fragile distance between holding on and letting go.

The song unfolds like smoke curling through a dim room — slow, deliberate, and aching. Its rhythm is a heartbeat lost in memory, its melody a whisper that almost remembers its name. Every rise feels like breath returning to the body; every fall, like the last trace of someone walking away.

Here, emotion doesn’t shout — it glows. It drifts, burns softly, and lingers on the edge of what can’t be said. The sound is both flame and shadow, both confession and silence. In it lives the pulse of what we couldn’t save and the grace of still trying to.

Fire In Between is a quiet storm, a song of aftermath and renewal. It’s the space where two souls almost meet, where love and loss share the same light. And when it ends, it doesn’t fade — it stays, humming in the air like heat long after the match has gone out.

FIRE IN BETWEEN

I wrote “The Streets Remember Us” to tell a story of movement, defiance, and the power of presence. It’s about the moments when we take up space, when our bodies, our desire, and our fire refuse to be hidden. I imagined streets that remember every heartbeat, every act of courage, and every spark of rebellion, and I wanted the music to carry that energy.

The track unfolds like a journey—quiet, intimate moments that swell into surges of exhilaration, pulsing rhythms that echo both tension and liberation. It’s cinematic and visceral, designed to make you feel the streets, the people, and the fire in motion.

For me, this song is a celebration of resilience, connection, and freedom. It’s a reminder that the fire we carry can never be forgotten, and that together, we rise.

The Streets Remember Us

“BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)” is an anthem forged in darkness, built on the grit of someone who learned early that survival isn’t a personality trait—it’s a lifeline. The song opens with a warning, declaring that the title isn’t an insult but a mindset sharpened by hardship. The first verse digs into a childhood shaped by absence, violence, and constant instability. Sirens double as lullabies, dreams get clipped before they grow, and trust breaks as easily as bones. Yet through each blow, the narrator discovers a fierce resolve, turning pain into power and dead ends into momentum. The world may swing first, but the survivor learns to swing harder.

As the chorus hits, the track expands from personal testimony to a declaration of identity: “Bitch is a survival mode.” Scars become barcodes carrying every story of endurance, and resilience becomes a language spoken through grit, rhythm, and refusal to fold. The second verse sharpens that defiance, exposing how vulnerability often scares away the unprepared. Love can’t fix someone built from storms; only movement and loyalty matter. Every loss becomes tuition, every fear reshaped into ammunition. The narrator doesn’t chase recognition—they build a religion from endurance, their footsteps shaking the ground like a new tradition being written.

The bridge and final hook transform the narrative into empowerment. The word “bitch” becomes reclaimed armour: not rage, not ego, but brilliance, containment, a controlled fire that refuses to be extinguished. The track frames survival as a crown earned, not given—rising from dust, shining bold, carrying the scars proudly. In the end, “BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)” stands as a raw, unapologetic tribute to anyone who’s been hardened by struggle yet continues to rise louder, stronger, and unbroken.

BITCH! (A SURVIVAL MODE)

“Pulse//Parse” is a hyper-modern, glitch-ambient composition that transforms binary code into a rhythmic language. Each 0 and 1 functions as a microbeat, creating a fractured, hypnotic pulse that mimics digital data flowing through circuits. The song blurs the line between melody and rhythm, treating sequences of numbers as both musical notes and percussive accents, resulting in an experimental auditory landscape where structure emerges from repetition and variation.

The verses layer mirrored and echoed binary sequences, producing internal “rhyme” patterns within the digital text. Syncopated pauses and repeated clusters create a sense of tension and release, while overlapping sequences across lines establish a polyrhythmic complexity. The pre-chorus and chorus amplify these interactions, producing a hypnotic, almost ritualistic cadence that feels simultaneously mechanical and organic. The listener is drawn into a world where logic and emotion intersect through rhythm, numbers, and pattern.

The bridge and final chorus elevate the piece into a climactic, multidimensional experience. Sequences twist and overlap, generating unexpected sonic echoes and mirrored motifs, while the structured chaos evokes imagery of data storms and digital landscapes. “Pulse//Parse” is both cerebral and visceral: an experimental journey through sound and rhythm, a meditation on code as music, and a celebration of the intricate beauty hidden within binary structures.

Pulse//Parse

“Dirty Frame” is a neon-noir fever dream set in a world where desire and suspicion blur at every angle. The song opens with a dizzying, cinematic tilt—laughs that spill like guilt, glass that trembles, whispers that flicker at the edge of vision. Its imagery paints a relationship as volatile as a nightclub crime scene, where the glow of one lover feels more like a warning sign than warmth. The verse’s shifting perspectives and rhythmic stutters pull the listener into a space that’s unstable, electric, and crackling with unspoken accusations.

As the story deepens, the song becomes an examination of emotional deceit and vanishing truths. Every touch feels staged, every gesture a clue that evaporates as soon as it appears. The choruses strike like camera flashes, framing a love that’s been tampered with—contaminated with rumors, glitches, and mismatched intentions. By the second verse, the illusion fully unravels: messages fade like washed-out chalk, identities slip, and the protagonist finds themselves dancing with an echo. The world of the song feels like a maze of alibis, where shadows lie and reflections cannot be trusted.

The bridge fractures into a looping breakdown, capturing the disorientation of loving someone who constantly rewrites the rules. But the final chorus offers escape—a reclamation of self from a relationship staged like evidence in a case that never closes. Stepping out of the “dirty frame” becomes an act of liberation, a refusal to be defined by someone else’s chaos. The song ends not with resolution, but with clarity: the protagonist walks off the page, leaving behind a world of neon crimes and whispered misdirections, reclaiming their narrative from the blur.

DIRTY FRAME


As an inspiration taken from an unreleased track "NEED" by Taylor Swift, this song was written as a meditation on how want, desire, and passion were being understood within me, shaped by the philosophers whose words once framed my own questions about love. It was felt that the imagery of smoke, echoes, and puppet-strings could carry the emotional weight I wasn’t able to say outright. The feelings were allowed to rise on their own, and the verses were guided into place as if the emotions themselves insisted on being named. Through it all, a quiet revelation was being formed around one person whose presence softened every harsh idea I once held.

As the second verse was shaped, a wilder kind of longing was being acknowledged—one that demanded to be freed rather than resisted. Nietzsche’s fire and force were allowed to seep into the lines, making the emotions feel lived rather than analyzed. It was believed that the arrival of the other person in the narrative created a transformation that couldn’t be denied, so the writing was led toward imagery of power, rebirth, and heat. A need was recognized not as weakness but as momentum, pushing the song forward without my direct permission.

The final verse was written while a sense of becoming was unfolding in real time. De Beauvoir’s ideas were woven in, allowing the song to be shaped around freedom, choice, and the rewriting of old scripts. It was felt that the connection described in the song could be a doorway rather than a confinement, and the lyrics were crafted to reflect a path shared without surrendering selfhood. The song’s closing lines were allowed to sit gently, expressing a need that was no longer chaotic or consuming—just a steady truth guiding me onward.

WANT, DESIRE, PASSION, LUST & NEED!

Step into the rhythm of a day in motion, and feel every subtle push and pull. Notice the ordinary awakenings, the sunlight spilling through blinds, the warmth of coffee in your hands, and the city humming its quiet prelude. Trace the small incidents along the sidewalks and in bustling offices, allowing each stumble, glance, and pause to shape the story as it unfolds. Follow the gentle oscillations of daily life, and sense how each movement carries energy, curiosity, and connection.

Observe the unscripted moments that punctuate the afternoon, and let laughter, rain, and fleeting interactions color your perception. Recognize the invisible threads linking strangers, the reflections that shimmer in puddles, and the delicate balance between chaos and calm. Allow the push and pull of accidental events to become a melody, and notice how every pause, every sway, and every stumble contributes to a private rhythm that guides forward motion.

Immerse yourself in the quiet resolution of evening, and feel the day’s dance settle into stillness. Witness the reflections on streets and the soft lights that mark spaces of rest and grounding. Embrace the back-and-forth of existence as a score of subtle lessons, and find harmony in the gentle cadence that carries through streets, rooms, and moments until the night completes the cycle.

THEY BOUNCE! (BACK & FORTH)

The track opens like a descent into the abyss. The listener is pulled downward through crushing pressure and absolute darkness, where the ocean floor feels infinite and alive. Faint bioluminescent lights flicker like distant stars. These are anglerfish—silent, ancient beings—hovering in the black, their glowing lures cutting through the void.

A small male anglerfish emerges, restless and searching. He swims relentlessly, guided only by instinct and the hope of light. Every pulse of sound mirrors his fragile body navigating colossal emptiness. He is driven not by dominance, but by survival—his entire existence aimed toward finding her.

The female appears like a drifting monument. Massive, luminous, and patient, she commands the darkness without effort. Her glowing lure is both invitation and power. When their lights finally meet, the music swells: this is not romance, but biology unfolding with precision and inevitability.

As the track intensifies, mating occurs. The male attaches to the female, his body dissolving into hers. Flesh fuses, bloodlines merge, and individuality fades. He becomes part of her—no longer separate, no longer searching. The rhythm thickens, harmonies collapse into unity. Two lives now function as one organism.

In the final movement, the song becomes a lesson. Nature speaks plainly: sexuality here is surrender, not conquest; connection, not performance. The ocean teaches that survival sometimes means letting go of the self entirely. As the sound slowly fades back into darkness, the listener is left suspended in silence, carrying the quiet truth of the deep—

sometimes, to live, two must become one!

TWO BECOMES ONE!

“The $1” unfolds like a courtroom drama fused with a personal odyssey of courage. It begins in a fragmented, disorienting space, echoing the moment of violation—an encounter where boundaries were crossed, hands reached too far, and the world seemed to tilt. Jagged rhythms, stuttering percussion, metallic echoes, and distant murmurs create the sensation of being watched, judged, and unsettled simultaneously. Vocal delivery is intimate yet fractured, alternating between whispered recountings, strained belts, and overlapping harmonies that reflect the multiplicity of emotions coursing through the protagonist.

As the narrative progresses, layers of sound build around a fragile sense of control—piano strikes mimic gavel taps, ambient drones evoke courtroom air, and reverb-heavy harmonies conjure both isolation and collective witness. Each section shifts from the raw, immediate trauma to the meticulous act of seeking justice: preparing testimony, recounting the violation, and standing in front of a jury that weighs intent, credibility, and accountability. Moments of silence punctuate the story, allowing the listener to inhabit the gravity of waiting, the tremor of anticipation before the verdict.

The climax occurs when the jury’s decision is announced—a single symbolic dollar, a legal gesture that transcends monetary value. Tension swells briefly and then releases, embodying validation, principle, and quiet defiance. The outro transitions into introspective space: fragmented echoes and minimalistic instrumentation underscore the existential weight of the choice—the one coin, the singular act of assertion, and reflection on why money was never the goal.

“The $1” is a layered, cinematic, and emotionally resonant journey. It is not only a recounting of trauma and justice but a meditation on courage, principle, and agency, using experimental structures, fragmented narrative, and symbolic soundscapes to make the listener feel both the discomfort of violation and the awe of survival and moral victory.

The $1

This track is a radiant celebration of self-care, reflection, and joy! The spoken words glide like a gentle current, flowing with wisdom, humor, and warmth that lifts the listener immediately. Every sentence is infused with encouragement, urging you to breathe deeply, dance subtly, and cherish the quiet magic of your own presence. The speech is playful yet profound, like Plato returned to teach you life’s secret delights while floating on clouds of soft synth and shimmering melodies. It sparkles with rhythm and rhyme that makes your mind want to move even while your body rests. Listening feels like a warm hug for your consciousness—a jubilant invitation to rest, dream, reflect, and celebrate every small, luminous moment of being alive. It radiates positivity, care, and hypnotic charm, leaving you smiling, inspired, and gently swaying in place!

AFTER AN AFTER-AFTER(PARTY)

“I KISSED THE FOREHEAD!” is a hypnotic, experimental R&B journey that explores desire, consent, and self-realization through a series of intimate, question-and-answer mantras. The track opens with a minimalist, breath-like intro where “No witness but metre, a harmonious vibratoire” sets the stage, and “No light story but weight” establishes the song’s meditative gravity. Each verse is framed as a reflective question, answered with optative prayers, allowing the protagonist to explore closeness, ownership, and joy while performing symbolic acts of tenderness, such as kissing foreheads—gestures that humanize the cosmic and abstract.

The song’s sonic architecture is deliberately unpredictable. Genre shifts ripple through each verse: smooth R&B grooves give way to glitchy electronics, fragmented percussion, reversed pads, and detuned synth textures. Silence and abrupt rhythmic changes punctuate these transitions, creating controlled chaos that surprises the listener without losing the narrative thread. The variable placement of “may” in the optative prayers—sometimes following the subject, sometimes complementing the object—adds a hypnotic, chant-like cadence that keeps the listener engaged and off-balance, enhancing the track’s avant-garde identity.

The climax comes in a massive, percussive final hook, repeated with stacked vocals and aggressive, industrialized instrumentation, asserting innocence and human generosity through a litany of “not guilty” statements. The track then lands in a confrontational Bangla outro, giving it personal, poetic, and culturally grounded resonance. “I KISS THE FOREHEAD!” is both a sonic experiment and a deeply intimate declaration: it challenges traditional structure, blends vulnerability with authority, and delivers a profound, unforgettable listening experience that is as emotionally stirring as it is audibly radical!

I KISSED THE FOREHEAD!

Hi5 to HIV! is a celebration of sexual agency, self-awareness, and proactive protection. Writing this song, I wanted to capture the thrill of intimacy while highlighting the power of prevention—how desire and safety can coexist. The lyrics unfold like a playful dialogue between temptation and precaution, where the virus is cheekily personified, and the immune system dances along like a team of vigilant partygoers, giving HIV a literal high-five. For me, this reflects the daily reality of staying sexually active while being conscientious: pleasure and protection are not mutually exclusive.

The song carries a rhythm of confidence and ritual. Every movement, from the sultry teasing of the verses to the celebratory choruses, mirrors my routines in sexual health: the habits, the care, the planning that keep me free and empowered. I imagine the body as a lively space where chemistry, sensation, and conscious choices coexist, and the immune system as a joyful partner that celebrates preparedness. Writing from this perspective allows me to merge erotic tension with empowerment, turning prevention into a form of play and pride rather than anxiety.

Ultimately, Hi5 to HIV! is both a personal manifesto and an invitation. It’s about embracing desire fully while honoring oneself, maintaining rituals that protect and empower, and celebrating life with awareness. The ad-libs, playful metaphors, and visualized immune high-fives are extensions of my mindset: that self-care, sexual freedom, and prevention can dance together seamlessly. This song is meant to feel vivid, celebratory, and alive—a reflection of the joy, confidence, and responsibility that comes from knowing your body, honoring your choices, and keeping HIV at bay.

Hi5 to HIV! [Stay PrEPed]

Magnus Hirschfeld was a visionary physician, sexologist, and tireless advocate for LGBTQ+ rights whose life reshaped the understanding of sexuality and gender in the early 20th century. He courageously challenged societal norms, conducting groundbreaking research on sexual orientation, gender identity, and human sexuality at a time when such topics were taboo. His work laid the foundation for modern sexology, and he fought tirelessly to create a world where love and identity could exist openly without fear or persecution.

Hirschfeld’s dedication extended beyond research; he founded the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee, one of the first organizations to fight for the rights of sexual minorities, and advocated for legal reforms to protect LGBTQ+ individuals. Despite facing relentless opposition, censorship, and threats from conservative forces, he remained unwavering, believing in the inherent dignity and equality of all people. His charisma, intelligence, and empathy made him a symbol of hope for countless individuals living in fear or isolation.

More than a scholar, Hirschfeld was a cultural pioneer and a humanist who celebrated diversity in all its forms. He recognized the power of visibility and education, using his voice, writings, and public presence to nurture understanding and compassion. Today, his legacy endures as both a historical touchstone and a source of inspiration for movements advocating for sexual and gender freedom worldwide. The song Magnus Hirschfeld channels this spirit, translating his courage and vision into a contemporary anthem of pride, identity, and resilience!

Pride Violet [Magnus Hirschfeld]

এই গানটি জন্ম নেয় একটানা প্রশ্ন থেকে—কীভাবে হাঁটব, কী পরব, কী ভালোবাসব, আর কে ঠিক করে দেবে “ঠিক” মানেটা কী। “কি ভাবে কি?” এমন এক কণ্ঠের গল্প, যে কণ্ঠ সারাক্ষণ অন্যের চোখে নিজেকে মেপে এসেছে। এখানে দৈনন্দিন নির্দেশ, পোশাক, ভঙ্গি, খেলাধুলা, ভালোবাসা—সবই ধীরে ধীরে নিয়ন্ত্রণের ভাষা হয়ে ওঠে। গানের কথাগুলো অভিযোগ নয়, বরং ক্লান্ত অথচ সচেতন জিজ্ঞাসা; যেন কেউ আয়নার সামনে দাঁড়িয়ে নিজের ছায়ার সঙ্গে তর্ক করছে। কোরাস বারবার ফিরে আসে, কিন্তু প্রতিবার একটু বদলে যায়—প্রথমে দ্বিধা, তারপর প্রতিরোধ, শেষে স্বীকৃতি। নীরবতা এখানে শব্দের মতোই গুরুত্বপূর্ণ; ফাঁকা জায়গাগুলোতেই জমে থাকে চাপ, লেবেল, ডাকা নামগুলো।

In context, this song sits at the intersection of gender expression, social surveillance, and quiet defiance. It doesn’t shout slogans; it lets the weight of repetition reveal how rules are learned, internalized, and finally questioned. The evolving chorus mirrors a psychological arc—from asking permission to granting it to oneself. The minimal production keeps the listener uncomfortably close, as if overhearing a private reckoning that slowly turns public. By the end, “কি ভাবে কি?” is no longer a plea for instruction but a reclaimed language of self-definition, where existing as oneself becomes the only valid method of living.

কিভাবে কি ?

“Lala Blues” dives into the world of a delicate yet formidable ocean dweller—the puffer fish—portraying life through an imaginative jazz-pop lens. The song introduces this small, round-bodied creature, whose leathery skin and fused teeth hint at survival against all odds. Despite limited speed and fragile form, the puffer fish navigates a vibrant, sometimes dangerous reef, observing the currents, predators, and shifting environments with quiet intelligence. Its unique defense mechanisms, including sudden inflation and lethal tetrodotoxin, are reflected musically in dynamic shifts, subtle tension, and shimmering instrumentation, creating a sonic portrait of both fragility and power.

The lyrics explore the puffer fish’s most astonishing trait: the creation of intricate sand mandalas as part of courtship rituals. Over seven days, radial ridges and concentric circles are sculpted meticulously to attract mates, a feat of patience and precision captured in syncopated rhythms, layered harmonies, and fluid melodic lines. The song’s pre-choruses and adlibs mirror the careful, deliberate movements of fins and currents, while the chorus celebrates the inflation defense and chemical armor with expansive, layered vocals. From tiny details like beak-like teeth grinding shells to the invisible bacterial chemistry behind its poison, every aspect of the fish’s life becomes part of the lyrical and musical narrative.

“Lala Blues” culminates in a reflective, atmospheric outro that evokes impermanence and quiet beauty. The mandalas fade, currents dissolve patterns, and the puffer fish drifts through its reef with soft resilience. Production choices—including reverb-heavy textures, oceanic synth pads, and call-and-response vocal adlibs—immerse the listener in an underwater world that is at once playful, dangerous, and meditative. The song frames survival as art, patience as power, and intelligence as subtlety, turning a small fish’s life into a rich, multi-layered experience of sound, imagery, and story.

Lala Blues

The song was written as an observation of everyday life shaped by interruption, where continuity is never guaranteed. Inspiration was taken from moments when routine is abruptly suspended, not by choice but by infrastructure, and silence is imposed without warning. Through this lens, load shedding was treated less as a technical failure and more as a shared emotional rhythm, one that quietly governs patience, frustration, and adaptation.

The structure was intentionally designed so that sound is withdrawn mid-thought, mirroring how conversations, meals, and emotions are cut short. Musical gaps were placed to be felt rather than explained, allowing absence itself to carry meaning. When the music returns, it was meant to feel slightly altered, as if both the song and the listener had aged by a few seconds of darkness. In this way, disruption was framed as a compositional tool rather than a flaw.

The song was ultimately shaped as a reflection on fragility and resilience, where dependence on power becomes a metaphor for modern life. Relief, irony, and quiet humor were woven into the lyrics, acknowledging how quickly chaos is normalized once light returns. What was left unsaid in the silence was treated as equally important as what was sung, allowing the stop-and-return to become the song’s central voice.

Load Shedding

“I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know!” dives into the mind of Meno, the ancient Greek philosopher whose paradox questions how knowledge can be sought when the seeker doesn’t yet know what they are looking for. The song captures the tension of curiosity, uncertainty, and the human drive to uncover truth, turning an abstract philosophical idea into a catchy, radio-ready experience.

Inspired by the Meno paradox, the track explores the struggle between ignorance and discovery, reflecting a journey from confusion to insight. The verses wander through the shadows of thought, evoking the challenge of recognizing what cannot yet be known, while the evolving chorus transforms from a simple, repetitive hook into a layered, assertive declaration of awareness.

Musically, the song blends dream-pop and synth-pop, with airy vocals, ethereal synths, and rhythmic pulse, creating an accessible yet reflective soundscape. The bridge introduces spoken-word elements that highlight the philosophical depth, while the outro leaves listeners with a lingering sense of wonder. “I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know!” is both an anthem of curiosity and a meditation on the pursuit of knowledge, inviting listeners to embrace the mystery of the unknown.

I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know!

“Morning Mist” drifts into the liminal space between sleep and wakefulness, exploring the quiet sovereignty of the body before the mind catches up. The song captures that intimate, half-dreamed moment of connection, where presence and desire exist in subtle, unspoken gestures. Through delicate imagery—fog, mist, condensation, and rumpled sheets—it evokes the awakening of sensation and consciousness, showing how awareness often lags behind instinct and emotion.

The track teaches the listener to appreciate the ephemeral, unnameable moments that define intimacy and self-knowledge. It emphasizes that some truths cannot be forced or articulated; they are felt first in the body, in the rhythm of breath and heartbeat, and only later recognized by thought. Through its metaphoric language and nuanced storytelling, the song conveys that vulnerability and closeness are not always loud or explicit—they can be quiet, fleeting, and profoundly formative.

Musically and lyrically, “Morning Mist” celebrates patience, presence, and subtlety. The minimalist instrumentation mirrors the soft unfolding of the narrative, allowing each texture and pause to carry emotional weight. Ultimately, the song invites reflection on the delicate interplay between mind, body, and connection, showing how even the smallest gestures in intimacy carry layers of meaning and insight, teaching the listener to find depth in the quiet, misty corners of everyday life.

Morning Mist

Long Line unfolds in a dim, slow-burning space where anticipation does most of the talking. The song opens in near-silence, with hushed movement and watchful pauses, as figures gather without names or faces. Nothing is announced outright; instead, glances, shadows, and measured steps do the work. The verses frame a quiet ritual of arrival—people drawn by the same unspoken gravity—while the restrained melody mirrors the careful pacing of desire held just below the surface.

As the track rises into its pre-chorus and chorus, the perspective widens. The “long line” becomes both literal and symbolic: a queue of bodies, yes, but also a buildup of intention, curiosity, and mutual consent hovering in the air. Touch is never described directly; it appears as brushes, sparks, and fleeting contact, passing from one moment to the next. The repetition of the chorus reinforces the sense of inevitability, as waiting turns into participation and anonymity dissolves into shared presence. The bridge briefly slows time, reflecting on how individual boundaries blur when many desires converge in the same darkened room.

By the final chorus, the tension reaches its peak, not in excess but in fullness. The line no longer feels endless—it feels complete. The song ends by drifting back into wordless hums, echoing the opening, suggesting release rather than climax: the gathering disperses, the night exhales, and what remains is the memory of closeness rather than the act itself. Long Line closes quietly, leaving behind the sense that something intimate and fleeting has passed, understood only by those who stood there and felt it.

Long Line

Phoenix Hearts: Twists unfolds like a short film set to music, tracing the quiet aftermath of divorce and the fragile rebirth that follows. The story opens in stillness: empty rooms, boxed memories, and the weight of a life recently unraveled. The protagonist moves through these scenes with restraint, carrying unresolved emotions and unanswered questions. Just as solitude settles in, subtle disturbances appear—a note, a laugh, a moment out of place—hinting that the past is not as finished as it seemed.

As the song progresses, a new connection enters the frame, bringing warmth and curiosity, but not without complication. What first feels like rescue slowly reveals layers of uncertainty: secrets surface, the ex reappears unexpectedly, and trust is tested from multiple directions. The storyline twists between hope and hesitation, showing how healing is rarely linear. The lyrics capture this tension by placing old wounds and new desire side by side, forcing the protagonist to confront whether love is repeating itself or finally transforming.

In the final movement, clarity emerges—not through perfect resolution, but through self-awareness. The protagonist chooses forward motion, no longer defined by betrayal or fear, yet not naïve to the scars they carry. Love returns, not as a promise of permanence, but as a brave act of presence. The song ends with cautious optimism, portraying rebirth as an ongoing process rather than a destination. Phoenix Hearts: Twists becomes a story of resilience, where love survives not by erasing the past, but by rising from it, altered and alive!

Phoenix Hearts

Ripples rise in quiet space,
Origins whisper, unseen yet near,
I awaken within the pulse of being.

Ābstract

Tides of absence pull me in,
Currents of what was and may be.
I drift, I bend, I ride the waves,
A ghost adrift on a restless sea.

Salty Liss

Humanism without limits. A closing gesture toward openness, dignity, and shared becoming.

Infinite Horizons [Rabindranath Tagore]

Spirituality without borders. Questions sung rather than answered, humanity placed before doctrine.

Wandering Soul [Lalon Shah]

Spiritual resistance. Music as grounding, unity as survival, rhythm as shared inheritance.

Roots Eternal [Bob Marley]

Nuumasicht

Eine ruhige Form des Sehens.
Aufmerksamkeit wird fein, offen und nicht wertend. Wahrnehmung als Übung, nicht als Ziel.



Nuumasicht

Sichtbruch

Der Moment, in dem Wahrnehmung zerfällt.
Die Welt wirkt plötzlich falsch, instabil und nicht mehr verlässlich. Sehen wird anstrengend, Identität unsicher.



Sichtbruch

Traumblitz

Zeit bricht auf.
Erinnerungen, Gegenwart und Möglichkeiten überlagern sich in kurzen, intensiven Momenten. Alles ist gleichzeitig da – und wieder weg.



Traumblitz

Durchbruch

Klarheit ohne Erlösung.
Erkenntnis entsteht nicht durch Antworten, sondern durch Akzeptanz. Das Licht war nie außerhalb.



Durchbruch

Neuränder

Der Blick wandert an den Rand.
Übersehenes wird sichtbar: kleine Leben, leise Momente, Dinge ohne Bühne. Aufmerksamkeit ersetzt Urteil.



Neuränder

Spiegelriss

Die Wahrnehmung richtet sich nach innen.
Das Selbst zerbricht in Versionen, die nebeneinander existieren. Der Bruch wird bewohnbar.



Spiegelriss

 Zwielicht

Ein Zustand zwischen richtig und falsch.
Nichts ist klar entschieden, alles bleibt schwebend. Moral und Gefühle verlieren ihre festen Grenzen.



Zwielicht

Umkehrland

Die Welt steht Kopf.
Logik kippt, Rollen tauschen sich, Widersprüche werden normal. Ordnung wirkt absurd, Chaos vertraut.



Umkehrland

Vogelsicht

Abstand entsteht.
Von oben zeigen sich Muster, Verbindungen und Wiederholungen. Doch selbst aus der Höhe bleibt manches verborgen.



Vogelsicht

Nachhall

Handlungen enden nicht mit ihrem Moment.
Worte, Gesten und Entscheidungen wirken weiter – leise, aber dauerhaft. Alles hinterlässt Spuren.



Nachhall

I’m Anbid Zaman — an artist and activist shaped by displacement, resistance, and the stubborn decision to live fully even when the world tries to make that impossible. I was born in Bangladesh and grew into my voice through grassroots queer organizing, where I learned early that courage isn’t something you perform. It’s a daily discipline.

My journey from danger to refuge changed me without erasing where I come from. I now live in Germany, working at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation — supporting queer people facing violence while navigating the fragile, necessary work of chosen family, safety, and belonging. What guides me is simple and unnegotiable: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and the belief that marginalised voices deserve respect, not pity.

My music carries all of this. The sound is built from testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmosphere shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the strange brightness of surviving. Every track holds both the weight of lived experience and a hope that refuses to disappear.

I build slowly and deliberately.
I KNOW, SLOW GROWS GLOW.

This is not just expression for me.
It’s continuation.
It’s resistance.
It’s a reminder that our stories carry power long before the world learns how to listen.

Anbid Zaman

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