Thursday 5 November 2015

Riots in my mind

i see the luminous paint 
reflecting the stars in the dark 
i wouldn't see anyone else 
leaning out of the rear window 

i can hear someone scream in the dark 
or is that a song no one understood? 
My mind cried like the wavy sea 
the mirror was the witness 

i looked at the mirror 
it's the same old face 
tried out different expressions 
sick and tired of looking at it 

stood up with hazy dreams 
moonshine helped the silent steps 
held the empty hourglass in hand 
the buzzing in my ears became loud

i could follow the steps of the song 
as she tossed her long blonde curls 
memories flowed unabated 
gust of wind flung autumn leaves 

the eerie light that hid behind 
my flashing dark eyes 
as i could feel the sand 
like a blanket of thick wet mud 

woke, shivering to sunlight on my face 
i punched the earth in despair 
there was no scream,song but illusion 
just the riots in my mind

Monday 12 October 2015

Untitled

Here i come again
walking down the streets
to be free again
to see you again
now hold my hands
let me take you away
walk with me and pray
sing this song everyday


oh let me leave
and you come with me
i have waiting for this day
to hold my breath away
now dont look back again
let me take you away
walk with me and pray
sing this song everyday

lets walk this through
and soon it will fade away
but the street will never end
and our past we cannot mend
you always wanted me to say
that i will come to take you away
walk with me and pray
sing this song everyday

now it starts to make sense
i feel i m little tensed
soon all this will be over
there is no reason to shiver
the end is near i can see
now you have to trust me
now dont look back again
let me take you away
walk with me and pray
sing this song everyday


Strings of life


In this world i have been all on my own
to believe is what you need to believe
works well when i am alone
i find strange notes in silence
and when i strike the strings
it feels like the stars are staring at me

i see life in every corner of my room
i hear the music when a glass breaks
i hear the music when i slam the door
i look for a conversation in every note

tell me i am wrong, i am desperate
you know when i am gone
these words will hit you hard
there is music everywhere you know
to be free and don't feel low

i see life in every corner of my room
i hear the music when a glass breaks
i hear the music when i slam the door
i look for a conversation in every note

there is an ocean full of tunes
choose the correct one for the mood
get used to the unusual feeling of despair
this song is a strange silence 
the wrong family of notes
strike the strings harder to know

Saturday 11 April 2015

Memories of a 'month and a half' at Cognizant



It has been a poetry in motion.
Well, one of the world's greatest strikers really meant what he said above. Squad strength wise Liverpool were always lagging behind the top guns like Manchester United, Arsenal and Chelsea. We had reliability in the name of Xabi Alonso, sheer brilliance in the name of Luis Suarez and of course the powerhouse Fernando Torres. The man above has always been one of a kind. He has been criticized for all the wrong reasons. You need to be a Liverpool Supporter to understand the weight of his contribution for the club. He has motivated young stars from being a 19 year old pass out from academy to become a world class player. He has helped a half dead team to wake up from a disaster and win a trophy as important and big as the Champions League. He has sacrificed a career full of trophies and accolades just to be a part of something which he has been worshiping since his childhood days. Now that he is leaving, leaving for good, that willingness to win a football game wearing the famous red jersey will be missed. Ladies and gentlemen, Steven Gerrard.

Tuesday 27 January 2015

Rock and Soul


it was the springtime
we were in our high school
we met each other very soon
the best of our times began

we were a group of three
there was no one who would agree
that rock is the way of life
and it was our tangible soul


we were ready to rock
and we were ready to fight
no support yet we stood strong
cuz we always loved to rock

we tried the robert plants
we spread the roger waters
we idolized the jimmy pages
we performed the ian gillans

our songs remained unheard
as we sang deep purple
the response never let us down
here we are ready to rock again


we are ready to rock
and we are ready to fight
we shall stand strong
cuz we always love to rock






Saturday 17 January 2015

"Let your heart do the thinking and let your fingers do the talking"-Subhajit Dasgupta

Wednesday 7 January 2015

Cold and Damp

in two day's time i'll be gone
across the cold blue sea
waving to the light blue sky
i'll miss the bright sunrise


i've reached an old town
and it's very cold out here
it's lonely and all i can hear
is the sound of cold and damp


the lush green field will miss me
the trees will cry silently
dogs will bark and cows will moo
someday i'll meet all of you


i've reached an old town
and it's very cold out here
it's lonely and all i can hear
is the sound of cold and damp

i roam around the town
with time and hope by my side
the night's getting colder
my eyes are tired as well


i've reached an old town
and it's very cold out here
it's lonely and all i can hear
is the sound of cold and damp





Monday 5 January 2015

The Blizzard

just when you enjoy season's first snow
laugh at each other in happiness
comes the demon faking the blue sky
you wish you were home with your family


the blizzard is an expert in the masquerade
it comes hurling down like a devil
tears down everything that comes in her way
unleashes her fiendish plans to clear


chaos and panic in every block
everyone rushes back home
no one knows what's in store
the blue sky becomes lifeless


the blizzard is an expert in the masquerade
it comes hurling down like a devil
tears down everything that comes in her way
unleashes her fiendish plans to clear


few brave ones will stand and watch
as the monster shows no mercy at all
it brings down the naked trees
rips off the cable wires

the blizzard is an expert in the masquerade
it comes hurling down like a devil
tears down everything that comes in her way
unleashes her fiendish plans to clear


the blizzard is the wizard of destruction
it is bright and deceitful
it is bright and deceitful
it is bright and deceitful



Saturday 3 January 2015

Across the streets

Verse 1

the night is long and i need to sleep
the dust swarms gently around my face
it's getting dark and it's getting too late
the day went fine and yesterday's no longer mine

chorus

the wind breeze is getting wild as hours pass by
across the streets i stare with no tension to bear
the somber gaze of streetlights runs over my face
as i laugh at the mulish nature of loneliness

verse 2

midnight is starting to roll around pretty well
now the stars seem to shine and the moon looks fine
not a single sound, as if everyone is out of town
i love the way how the sky looks at me with a frown

chorus

the wind breeze is getting wild as hours pass by
across the streets i stare with no tension to bear
the somber gaze of streetlights runs over my face
as i laugh at the mulish nature of loneliness

bridge

i keep a cold watch on the bizarre nature
the stars no longer shine and the moon is crying
i keep my eyes wide open as the sun pops out
birds start to chirp and i was awake the whole night


chorus

the wind breeze is getting wild as hours pass by
across the streets i stare with no tension to bear
the somber gaze of streetlights runs over my face
as i laugh at the mulish nature of loneliness

Friday 2 January 2015

The French Mandate


Segregation of ottoman empire
the devastation of world war
incessant loss of democracy
the embodiment of french mandate
french summoned to contest
and demand syrian recognition
procreation and jurisdiction
were now in their hands
for the league of nations
approved the excerpts of
the embodiment of french mandate
power to islam was revoked
majority sought for independence
while a few were in support
for the support was traditional
crisis came hand in hand
with nationalists of damuscus
and druze rebels forming allies
french position of control
put at stake by the disdainful
group of triumphant nationalists
incoherent franco-syrian treaty
negotiations were made
executed in the national bloc
syrian democracy and independence
foreign policy consultation
priority of french mandate
all were due in no time
all of syria but lebanon
incorporated with military bases
beureucrats ratified the treaty
while the french tackled the turks
they formed a significant part
soon the turks enjoyed autonomy
french dominion was stern
ratification was never a choice
adjournment was inevitable

Steven George Gerrard - My Idol

I remember the young confident lad making his way out of the tunnel only to warm the substitute bench. It was 29th November, 1998, a legend was born in the name of Steven George Gerrard as he made his way on to the pitch wearing the famous red shirt. After that everything is history. You have given me enough reasons to enjoy my childhood. I could not hold my tears back when you decided to call it quits. 



A very emotional day indeed. My childhood idol is going to leave my favorite club. It has been a dream come true watching Steven Gerrard give his everything for the club. I always tried to imitate him and he is one of the reasons why I am crazy about football. There will be new/wannabe football fans mocking him for his slip against chelsea or may be his failure to win a premier league medal but people who have followed him since the early days of Gerard Houlier understand what a legend he is. Liverpool were never favorites to win the premier league let alone the champions league yet Steven Gerrard decided to stay with the club he loves and give its fans something to cheer for. I am afraid we would never have someone as great as steven gerrard at liverpool. All the raheems and the rossiters and the flanagans will either fade away or leave the club for a better salary. That number 8 in a liverpool shirt will be missed. If I ever get a chance to go to anfield, I won't be seeing that red shirt with no 8 written at the back, trying to pump the half dead players with confidence. Thank You Steven Gerrard for everything.