(Verse 1)
Mustard blooms like fireflies beneath a falling dusk,
Tractor lights cut a silver line through the mud and musk.
You and I on the kutcha road, your hand warm in my palm,
A streetlamp hums a tune—old harmonium, keeping us calm.
Pet's little paws tapping out a syncopated rhyme,
Dust on our shoes, jasmine on the wind—this is our time.
(Pre-Chorus)
The tablas' beat, the tumbi's twang, a distant radio sighs,
New dreams wired into our dawns, like stars stitched in the sky.
(Chorus)
This is the rhythm of my heart, a drum that never parts,
It carries all our laughter, and the quiet of our starts.
Hold tight when roads grow dark, our chorus lights the way—
Rhythm of my heart, leading me home each day.
(Post-Chorus - short bilingual lines)
दिल की ताल, (dil ki taal)
Chalo mere naal.
(Verse 2)
I remember mango trees and the sticky summer heat,
Grandfather's radio crackling — our two-step to its beat.
The dhol rolls like thunder when the monsoon comes to play,
Your laugh a rooftop bell that keeps the grey away.
I trace the seam of old embroidered quilts we used to share,
Pet curls on my lap, breathing soft, like prayers in midnight air.
(Pre-Chorus)
Harmonium swells, then a synth bends the dawn anew,
The tablas' sound is compass-true, it always points to you.
(Chorus - variation)
This is the rhythm of my heart, louder when we part,
It stitches all our stories, the fragments and the art.
If I wander off the map, this melody will stay—
Rhythm of my heart, it finds the lost, and brings them home today.
(Bridge - emotional payoff: memory and promise)
Do you recall the tube well light, your scarf tied like a flag?
We promised by the mango tree—no music ever to be drab.
I vow to keep that promise: when the winters steal our fire,
I'll bring the dhol back to the yard and feed the hungry wire.
Remember when your father taught me how to string a broken tune?
I learned to mend more than strings; I learned how to hold the moon.
(Pre-Outro)
So let the tumbi twang, let the harmonium rise,
We carry home our heartbeat under open skies.
(Chorus - final build)
This is the rhythm of my heart, louder now and smart,
It carries all our reasons, and the songs that make us start.
When storms erase the map, and silence hides the road—
Rhythm of my heart will be the light that holds our load.
(Outro)
Mustard dawn, tractor lights fade, but the drumline never parts,
Pet paws curl, breath slows—rest in the rhythm of my heart.
A simple promise stitched in song, a melody that won't depart—
This is the rhythm, forever—this is the rhythm of my heart.
