Lustrous Imagination

Verse As I woke up and looked at the mirror today And the moonlight was creeping through my window pane There's something that quietly drove me insane Pre Chorus Think I heard someone knock at my back door And I hit something hard and fell down on my floor Then I shut my eyes and didn't want all of these no more Chorus But I was stranded on the sand by the sea far away Tangled waywardly, stars looked down as I lay As I think of my past about the mundane days I am in love with an eerie glow of this place Verse The aging night was getting cold and exciting Though I was trying to keep my emotions at bay And I didn't want all of these to go away Pre Chorus Think I heard something tickle my bare feet I couldn't stop gazing at the bright full moon When I woke up it was already half past noon Chorus But I was stranded on the sand by the sea far away Tangled waywardly, stars looked down as I lay As I think of my past about the mundane days I am in love with an eerie glow of this place

Puddle of Dreams

Song Link

Homeless child you're an inspiration
You've chased your dreams with no inhibition
Little child your tears have turned to laughter
Come on now and tell the world

We don't want to freeze in disbelief
We look at the same sky and smile
We don't need a religion to guide us
Divide us and raise conflict

Precious child you've filled your dark voids now
Coloured them with your mind and your soul
Little child your world's a different place now
Where one can breathe in a lot of love and grace

We don't want to freeze in disbelief
We look at the same sky and smile
We don't need a religion to guide us
Divide us and raise conflict

One Fine Morning

Basically a fictional song..

it is about a guy who just passed away and his body is still lying. but he somehow wakes up as an entity and he is happy and he wants all his friends and close people to be happy as well..so it was his wishful dream when he was lying dead...




It's time you know I should go
my friend do not feel so low
I don't know where I will stay
may be in the woods where birds lay
what's wrong and what's right I don't know
but it's time for me to go

can you hear a familiar voice singing?
as I sing this song one fine morning
you can hear the bells ringing
as I play this song one fine morning

you're telling me that I have become cold
as your tears shone like gold
do not cry, do not mourn my friend
sorrows? my songs will mend
I will write letters in the cloud with rain
which will make you free from all your pain

do you hear your favourite voice singing?
as I sing this song one fine morning
I'm sure you can hear the bells ringing
as I play this song one fine morning

now you smile and look up
the heaven is near and the sky looks sharp
clouds are missing but there is rain
poured words from my letters that removed your pain
you were happy and you sang
far away in the woods where the bells rang


now the world hears our voices singing
as we sing this song one fine morning
far away from the land where the bells were ringing
I played and you sang one fine morning

Happy

I am an avid listener, not a musician. I have a friend who has lost his parents in an accident. He stays with his brother who earns just enough to arrange food for EITHER lunch or dinner. My friend has a wounded heart but he never begged or cried. At the end of the day his fingers cried when he expressed his feelings through his six string. Little did he know about his only audience, cause he never saw light after the accident. I used to keep myself free for an hour at night everyday to feel the pain of a deceased soul in the form of melodies. The tunes were magical, so was his voice. I wish I could tell him how I used to enjoy his songs. One day he wrote a song about me. He sounded cheerful like never before and that made me the happiest person alive. That moment made me realize the power of music. The fact that one should feel music more than he/she hears. He inspired me to fall in love with music all over again and he gave it a new dimension. Today I am with a six string. Writing a song about the above excerpt. And this time he is my only audience and he smiled for the first time after that incident. We both were happy because at the end of the day we achieved something through music no matter how small it is. We made each other happy.





He sat on his dearest space and told a story everyday with a piece of wood, his only friend fingers cried with a mellowed end I have been his fan for a while learnt his grief from what he played his magical tunes blew my mind a majestic voice that was surreal brother got his meal but never saw him smile never touched his meal before his story was complete Never knew I sat beside him felt every note he played tried to guess what he'd play next he was my favourite till date I thought I should let him know how I loved every note he played I could write a book on him Never saw him smile until one day He was singing a happy tune that day could relate to it in every way He played the whole tune about me Sang two verses about his only fan Now I am in love with my wood as the roles have changed He can't see but he can feel As I'm singing this song just for him Finally he smiled And I smiled back "We Won my friend" and we were happy

Affinity

It was an unusual monday morning in December. The sun refused to shine and Kolkata never anticipated a heavy rainfall a week before Christmas.

17th December, 1998:-

Tanushree- "Yes, Kamala, He is doing well these days"
Kamala-" I'm very relieved to hear that Mrs. Tanushree", while keeping the cleaned utensils in the kitchen. "What about Babu? Has he started going to school?"
Tanushree-" Yes, he started going to school from last week and today after a long time Karthik and I are going to pick him up from school"
Kamala-" Even the weather is not doing great, anyway I will come early tomorrow and wash the remaining clothes and get Babu ready for school"
Tanushree-"See you tomorrow, Kamala"...
A noise comes from the bedroom..

"Karthik is that you?" asks a mellowed voice of Tanushree
Karthik-"I am getting ready Tanushree, We are going to take Babu out for lunch today"
Tanushre-" I am excited as well, after a long time"
Tanushree kisses his husband's forehead and goes to the room to get ready
Karthik is driving after a year. He was in the asylum after a very unusual mental disease. The doctor promised that he will get well but it will take time. He came back in October just after the city celebrated its most coveted Durga Puja.
Karthik-"Tanushree, now that I am getting better, I want to narrate one of the most weirdest nightmares I had when I was in Babu's age, I promise it won't have any grave repercussions"
Tanushree(After an expected silence)-"Ok but you should slow down the speed of your car"
Karthik-(Taking a dig at the Jadavpur Thana Jam, takes a deep breath and starts narrating the incident)
As I said I was in Babu's age and I don't remember the exact date but it was December, I don't remember the year but it was a weekday. I was with my grandmother in Ballygunge and as you know AGs is very accessible from that area.
The Sun was shining bright and there was no hint of rain. The weather was chilly and I woke up around 3a.m from a very distasteful dream. I shouted and cried and never wanted to go to school that day but I was in between my 3rd term examinations in school.
I was awake for the rest of the night and got ready for school as soon as the clock striked 7. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had. It came back to haunt me in my washroom, when I was putting on my school uniform, when I was in the car, when I was crossing the road, it was there everywhere for the rest of my life as you can see.
The signal was green and Karthik again took a deep breath to get into the dream that took his life to a different path. As he was driving through the streets of Dhakuria he started....
As a 12 year old kid, I was having this dream of owning a car someday and exploring the City of Joy like no one ever did before. I saw myself wearing a spotless white tuxedo, driving a premium sedan and enjoying the charm of my city.
Tanushree interrupted with a question that every girl would ask
"Were you going on a date? Exploring Kolkata was just an excuse, isn't it?"
Karthik ignored the question
I would always pass by my school with a smile and look for known faces in the streets. So I planned my trip via Mullickbazaar-Park Street.
Kolkata had a different allurement back in the late 60s. It was easy to drive, traffic was sober, people would keep their mind straight and honk only if it was necessary.

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The little Karthik who was dreaming about all this had a repeat telecast of this dream but this time he was awake. He kept mum, he asked Bubun Da,his driver, to get him down at the Park Circus mor so that he can take a walk till his school.

He was pretty unobservant about his surroundings. He tried to sing one of his favourite Pink Floyd tunes " There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon"
Co-incidence isn't it?
But it did not help.

He could see a red sedan car taking a turn from the 7-way Park Circus mor and it is heading straight towards him.
He could barely see a man he had seen in his dream, wearing a white tuxedo with a black polka dotted bow tie that looked like he was heading towards a very special ocassion.
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However, the young Karthik's mind was encapsulated with the speeding car which he refused to go by without stopping it. "He has a girlfriend too? Hey that's me, right?" and then the speeding car tried its best to make use of its brakes, the squeaky noise that woke everyone from sleep crashed into the young Karthik and further went on to crash against a potruding pole.

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Babuuuuuuu...........faltered a fragile and shaky voice
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Ending sequence

Crowd gathers, ambulances rush in.

Next day's headlines
"The past and the future kill the Present"
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Just like we lose our present to an indelible past and a precarious future..
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Inner-Self

As I stare through the window pane
I see and hear an inexplicable tale
Birds enjoying a moment or two
Some of them have come together
To relax on an advertising pole
To exchange their day's story
Not tensed about a single drop of rain
They are immune to heat

The advertisement hoardings are bloody attention seekers
But the river behind is clever
The water is gentle and kind
The serenity will blow any sane mind
Tall buildings at the banks look confused
as if they have the same questions like I do
Why is that boat seems like a person I know?
Trusting the wind to take it wherever it wants to
"Don't worry" whispers the cloud
"There ain't no shower, ain't no storm tonight"
"I don't care"-replied the vivacious boat full of life and ambition

The wired posts that gave light to the city, stood still
The golden sky behind was enough to shower merriment
The green land divided the river
But they couldn't separate their souls

The trees swayed to the tunes unheard
Red and white flowers humming compassionately  to the tunes
The sky is becoming lustreless
The wired posts twinkled
Little did the couple knew about the 'anecdote'
As they sat beneath the tree
and missed the entire show

An old man's cry

When we were young we had fun

wrote so many songs about the sun

like a beggar waiting for a man

old but we ain't undone

back then it was from the heart

no money to buy a shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old

Spent hours staring at the trees

closed my eyes to enjoy the breeze

wrote down how great I felt

as I saw the ice caps melt

Growing up was lightening fast

my songs were only I could trust

for they knew how I loved to rock

and how I felt on a lonely walk

My hair has become white now

I remember taking a vow

my music will always be true

which only my songs knew 

I remember the paintings I drew
of a leaf with a drop of dew
wrote songs on the same sheet
as the earth felt my bare feet 

back then it was from the heart

no money but wore a fancy shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old

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

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

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.

CTS presents WINGS 2015

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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

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

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

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

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

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.