"Tera Naam Baaki Hai" is a song about memories that stay even when people leave. It’s about the quiet ache that lingers, the words left unsaid, and the way love haunts a space long after it’s gone.

Told through a series of cinematic moments and delicate metaphors, it follows a woman walking through memories of a past relationship — graceful, composed, but quietly unraveling. He’s only seen in reflections, echoes, and shadows — present only in the way absence.

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‘तेरा नाम बाकी है' (Tera Naam Baki Hai)

Raat ki teh mein kuchh khwaab bache hain
Tere kahe ankaha jawaab bache hain
Khidki pe tilke chaand ke tukde
Unse lipte tere naqsh-e-paaon bache hain

Har shab tera naam baaki hai
Jaise dhoop mein shaam baaki hai
Tere bina bhi ji rahe hain magar
Jaise saans mein jaam baaki hai

Kagaz ki naon pe khat baha diye
Baarish ne wo bhi dhundla diye
Kuchh lafz the jo tere saaye se jude
Ab wo bhi khud se sawaal kar diye

Har mod pe tera naam baaki hai
Jaise neend mein ek khwaab baaki hai
Bichhad ke bhi hai saath tu kuchh is tarah
Jaise khaali ghar mein aawaaz baaki hai

Kuchh baatein thin jo choo bhi nahin saki
Wo ab bhi dil ke paas chal rahi hain
Wo tera jaana tha, ya waqt ka dhokha
Ghariyaan wahi hain, saansein badal rahi hain

Har shab tera naam baaki hai
Jaise dhoop mein shaam baaki hai
Tere bina bhi ji rahe hain magar
Jaise saans mein jaam baaki hai

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Tera Naam Baki Hai | तेरा नाम बाकी है | Abbulish Original

Written, composed, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson:

Sight of First Love

It seems like only yesterday that I woke up beside you
and the world was ours to rule
Now you’re gone time has stopped for me,
so I’m frozen in my heartbreak so cruel
I thought I knew better when I was warned
that your first love will never be true
I threw caution to the wind letting my heart take the reins
so troubling signs I broke through

I was foolhardy when it came to you
charging headfirst into loving you
I’d studied the romances both broken and true
as preparation for the day I met you
First time’s a charm is the spell I was under
unable to see clearly the skies above
It was always the calm that I never saw this storm,
that’s the sight of first love

The side of the bed you lay on
remains the same as when you upped and gone
Your bittersweet fragrance provides nostalgic comfort that
I’m not ready to move on
Is it a crime for me to want to hold onto our memories knowing they won’t stay long?
We have gone our separate ways,
but our love will be immortal in this song

It’s easy to be on the side-lines
and watch a story of love unfold
To experience the raw truths
both good and bad are what’s left untold
Promises you made when you left me
that one day I’ll forget this pain
All I see is your tender face
causing my feelings to torrent fearing I’ll drown in this rain!

I was foolhardy when it came to you
charging headfirst into loving you 
(loving you)
I’d studied the romances both broken and true
as preparation for the day I met you 
(I met you)
First time’s a charm is the spell I was under
unable to see clearly the skies above 
(skies above)
It was always the calm that I never saw this storm,
that’s the sight of first love
(the sight of first love…)


Sight of First Love

                                WE CRIED
                       J. MICHAEL TRACY    MALE VOCAL/MIDTEMPO

----We celebrated our first year
----On the roof of the car 
Sip’n champaign and--gaze’n up at the stars

----You had somethin’ to tell me
--You had an angel inside
You were so scared but I held you and said
So was I-------so was I
   
   And outside
   I can be strong ya know but
   Inside
   I’m weak as a child---just
   Hold on—I don’t know the question
   But the answer was in your eyes
   And we cried
   We cried

----Then a miracle happened
----And she came into our world
Fuss’n for Momma--a--blue eyed—baby girl

The Doctor--touched my shoulder 
----Said it was best that I knew
The baby’s ok but there was- nothiin’ more 
---That they could do for you

   And outside
   I can be strong ya know but
   Inside
   I’m weak as a child---just
   Hold on—I don’t know the question
   But the answer was in your eyes
   And we cried
   We cried

---You said “Take care of my angel
---And teach her how to be strong”
But as I held you you faded away and whispered 
“ I love you both”—and then you were gone

   And outside
   I can be strong ya know but
   Inside
   I’m weak as a child---just
   Hold on—I don’t know the question
   But the answer was in your eyes
   
   And outside
   I can be strong ya know but
   Inside
   I’m weak as a child---just
   Hold on—I don’t know the question
   But the answer was in your eyes

   And I cried

   I cried
c 9/98

We cried c

Wenn du das gefühl hast ein Name zieht sich wie ein roter Faden durch dein leben. Für immer

Idontwannaloveanymore

Eaterrrrrrrr

Lost Souls

let you go

alone

in my head

miss you

My name is John Michael Tracy I write songs, jmtsongs.com , love photography, hunting, fishing and all of the outdoors. I was born on Jan. 11, 1957 in Elmira, NY.  I’m the oldest of six children, and my family lived, for most of my youth, in Athens, PA., which is right across the border from Upstate New York.   
	My parents had me take piano lessons when I was a kid, and when I was a teenager, I taught myself to play guitar.  Some friends and I had a country band, and we played local spots for a while.
	In my early twenties, I bought a 4-track recorder and enjoyed playing and recording songs that I liked from the Eagles, Jim Croce, Lobo, David Gates and Bread, Dan Fogelberg, etc.  I sent the recordings to my Grandfather, who had a band when he was young and performed all over upstate Pennsylvania and New York.  One day he asked me why I didn’t write my own songs.  The thought had never occurred to me, but once I’d considered it, it sounded like a great idea, and I told him that I bet I could do it.  
	After the first hundred songs or so, I called a few record companies to let them know that there was a new talent ready to take over the songwriting world, and they suggested I join NSAI first to help me hone my craft.  So I did.  In the mean time, I was sending quite a few of my songs to Washington to be copyrighted.
	A Publisher/Writer named Donn Hecht (most famous for co-writing Patsy Cline’s “Walkin’ After Midnight”) had someone working for him in Washington that noticed the number of songs I was copywriting.  Donn contacted me and asked me to send him some material. I did. He became my publisher, mentor and friend until his death in October 2002. He taught me more about songwriting and the business than anyone I’ve ever met.
	In the Spring of 2000, I wrote a song called “The South’ll Rise Again” and sent it to the nationally syndicated “The John Boy and Billy Big Show” as a gift, never imagining they’d ever do anything with it.  They were impressed enough to play it on the air, and it has been on their “Best Of” shows ever since.
	After the terrorist attacks of 9/11, I wrote a song called “Give’m Hell U.S.A.”  and  sent it to President George Bush and some of his staff.  Both President Bush and his Chief of Staff, Andrew Card, responded with really nice thank you notes. 
	I’m also a member of the local and National GTO clubs, own a 1970 Judge, and have written several “hot rod” songs that get regular play at many car shows and cruise-ins.
           My wife Kathy and I lived and worked in Nashville for a year and met many wonderful artists and songwriters who inspired and encouraged me.
	As the successful songwriter, friend and mentor, Jerry Vandiver says, “We write, because we have to”. The music needs to come out so we do what we love, and let it flow.

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Started the journey back in 2018 with a humble beginning and driven towards making it to a decent standard someday.
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