Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

What do you think about when nothing draws your attention?

When you are not running away or running towards

What keeps livability and ensures redemption?

You think dynamo is running onwards?

All of the words have already been said

And almost no one can add value to the silence

What do you think, why have you been bred?

Do you even exist without a proper guidance?

We are numbers that want to have a name

We are names that are afraid to be outnumbered

No one to blame when everyone’s insane

We chase for the order that keeps us lumbered

Information that possesses us, can be shrunk to one simple line

“You never had your own past, our present is thoroughly intertwined”

So, does dance have any meaning for a dancer?

You think you have an answer?

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om Tryambakam Yajamahe

Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam

Urvarukamiva Bandhanan

Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat

Om