Pradeep Pathak

(25-Aug-1979 / Uttarakhand)

THE JOURNEY - On A R RAHMAN


He has chosen his own way,
He has opened his arms for everyone,
All rhythms with dark nights have gone...
When he plays his music once.

He is full of life and playing his wonderful magic.
That can't be destroyed, never.Because he is giving new dreams and he is like a new dream...
those will always sustain.

Whenever he thinks with soul of God, he produces rhythm from all “Paanch Tatwa – Dharti, Agni, Vaayu, Jal, Aakash” (Five elements of the nature – Earth, Fire, Air, Water, Sky)

His small span is like weather, which gives everything to us.
His music like a prayer of love...and worship like a lover..
He always says, lets come with me below the wide Sky....and decorate new rhythm of the heart like a candle from small-small creature of God.
We've got shadow of light (Rahman Sir) and the light is coming from fragrance of the garden of Seven Stars (Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa) .

Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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  • Kee Thampi (3/17/2009 5:24:00 AM)

    hoist and hold it music today
    He always says, lets come with me below the wide Sky....and decorate new rhythm of the heart like a candle from small-small creature of God. (Report) Reply

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