A Dog Barking in The Rain

Glide like a timid river in the night
Rage like a zealous stream in the day
The clouds might fool you once or twice
But the pennant would point you the right way
And when you hear a dog barking in the rain
You wouldn't care, you wouldn't share your pain

You would fall in love with the pine trees
You would be overwhelmed by the nature's sounds
You would sail away like an arrogant pirate
And let tomorrow decide your fate
But when you hear a dog barking in the rain
You wouldn't care, you wouldn't share your pain

You reminisce about the cold foggy nights
Sailing through the heart of a mountain
Listening to the songbirds echo in happiness
And you wished you knew the tunes
But when you hear a dog barking in the rain
You wouldn't care, you wouldn't share your pain

The stupendous thrill during the course of the night
As if you were climbing above without a plight of stairs
The rain washed all your miseries away
But some of them would come to haunt you
When you hear a dog barking in the rain
But you wouldn't care, you wouldn't share your pain

Memories Will All Come Alive

I don't believe in anything 
And I don't care about it
I just wanna lay down beside you

Look into your eyes 
and try to think about 
how many more such years to go

I wanna write a story 
About your breath on my shoulders  
About us getting older together 
And memories will all come alive 

I love to play with all the curls
on your beautiful face 
Try not to lose myself to you

But you, you're always smiling
Smiles that cleanse my heart 
A heart that just belongs to you

I wanna write a story 
About your breath on my shoulders  
About us getting older together 
And memories will all come alive

Stationary Traveller

The high tides blowing the sea-shore
A young girl dancing on the perishing sand
Like trains passing by fairylands
And shiny spotlight on dark faces

The mirage of a sun bouncing off
the cliffs of forbidden mountains
A lonely cycle stand at the corner of the earth
A Sudden cry of a deceased mother

The sound of wheels on rail
A sense of belonging among the mortals
Fireworks in the sky and laughter all around
The moments captured through an empty mind

Shaking off a dream, on Santa's wheels
Over the hills and far away into the sea
Time to cherish all worldy pleasures
Treasuring the two sticks of bone in the body

~Inspired From Camel's Stationary Traveller

One Last December

Sometimes you just cannot hide
Waking up to a familiar voice
Looking at the intimate walls
Shaking off the last night's slumber

Too many souls do not want to break lose
The distant cries yelling in agony
Does our fate deserve one more chance? 
To embrace your bereaved mind
Can we disappear like the setting sun?
Can we make love in the winter woods? 
But baby, you already know
We're in our one last December 

You testify my choice of coat
Tell me no lies about how I look
And the last glass of wine you hold
You know you look pretty and bold 

Now, as I sit in my lonesome couch
And think of all the promises I made
Looking outside through the shady window
Starring at the lucid sky
Enduring a sudden soreness in my heart
I blame myself for the person I am
But I will come back to make it merry
'Cause this is not our one last December 

Song for the Mountains

Think about the sun kissed lips
And broken rainbows around
Nothing more than a charade
An endless dream echoing madness
Little fingers caressing the strings
And goosebumps to cherish forever

The cloud above and the time
Were moving with a similar pace
As if a little son was matching his mother's footsteps
Or like the little trees far away
Bowing down to the gushing wind
Pleading to the mountains for mercy

The earth around felt alone and cold for years
With brazen assurance it smiled back to the peaks around
An unexpected melancholy woke her up
From a dream that lasted a few seconds
A dream where all the ridges were singing
The famous X-Mas carols, the birds were chirping
And the moon in the northern sky started to get all the attention

Suddenly the direction of the wind changes
And the world becomes upside down
With the mountains looking for the last piece in the puzzle
And you can only stand there and watch
The misty mountains disappear under
A thick smoke of cloud or under
A cloak of darkness, only to undress
The mountain top with a notch of moonlight

Picture of You

Walking past the harrowed trees
 Stuck in a camouflaged dream, can’t get out
Tales about miseries
Remorse, abdication and silver tears 

And I’m grieving alone 
Trying to hide from the rogue that breeds 
Fading away in the lights
Looking for a life that leads to you

And I’m bound to look at winter clouds 
To find a ray of another you 
 I cried to the pines that strayed behind
As I drew a picture of you

Viscious Cycle

Staring at the Midnight waves
Silence crawls through the air
Die a little before you realise
and see the world from up above

Chase me now, try to hold me
You don't know where I am
Look for me, scream my name
I'm no where to be found

Hey I can see the burning light
Hoo hey I can see the sufferings
Oh don't, I don't wanna lose myself
To the viscious cycle of life

You can feel the tears in my eyes
Seeping through the layers of wind
Trying to cease the burning light
In my own secret ways

Chase me now, try to hold me
You don't know where I am
Look for me, scream my name
I'm no where to be found

Hey I can see the burning light
Hoo hey I can see the sufferings
Oh don't, I don't wanna lose myself
To the viscious cycle of life

Alone in the crowd

Have I told you Why I want to
Fly like an eagle in the sky?
Am I too insensitive to try?

I'm the fire flowing in the river
the blood flowing in a dead man's heart
Origami on the table fell into the doldrums
refusing to chase tomorrow

And I'm alone in the crowd now
Trying to stop the time but it won't listen
Telling my mind stories about life
And the paper boat lost in the same ocean


The phoney thoughts in my mind are
like an anxious smile in disguise 
or is it in the guise of reticence?


The pebbles we throw into the sea
Become ghosts of perdition
The imprisoned bird, the half hearted paintings
are all in the same boat that I'm sailing

And I'm alone in the crowd now
Trying to stop the time but it won't listen
Telling my mind stories about life
And the paper boat lost in the same ocean

And I'm alone in the crowd now
Trying to stop the time but it won't listen
Telling my mind stories about life
And the paper boat lost in the same ocean

Music In The Storm

Hey, Please look at me now
Stop crying, it's your show
Begone, once it's over

why don't you come down from there? 
you tell me it's a song of despair
but the sky is shining in iridescent

You lied when you were afraid
And you never cared
But there's music in the storm

Once you've graced the earth
And there's so many hurt
And I'm all alone here

Hey, are you listening to me? 
Tell the world you're free
And this impunity is merry

You've pacified my soul
And embraced my mind
With the music in the storm

All the while I've been foolish
To let you play with my mind
The authority in your voice
Like the moonlight that gleamed through the clouds

The Rain Knew My Secrets

Now, there is a tale I want to tell you
And I know you won't believe me
But when I look outside my window and smile
You will know it's just another conversation

This old man built his chalet in a far away land
Sat at his desk and celebrated melancholia
Looked at his life through the raindrops
While his favourite tunes kept playing 

And, only the rain knew his secrets
The aura of mystery in the little drops
The smell of earth or the smell of his lady's grace
The countless quarrels with the nature's queen

He couldn't forgive her inquisitivness
"How could you ruin my book of love?"
As water dripped off his poem sheets
She was rather a graceless and insecure woman

The colour of her skin tells no lies 
As I stood silently near the doorway
She came by the way of the famous gypsy road
And she would often sneak into my little abode 

And, only the rain knew my secrets
The aura of mystery in the little drops
The smell of earth or the smell of my lady's grace
The countless quarrels with the nature's queen

KRE Night

The white houses in the middle of nowhere
the uncertainty of life among the woods far away
A thin glimmering light of a burning lighter
an abandoned engine by the fields of karnasubarna

If I were a night in a place like this
I would bury any light that would embrace my heart
Like a bullet in the chest of an innocent soul
and devour the sudden burst of life in khagraghat road

The wheels kept on turning and the night grew older
the trees stood like dead men in the battlefield
who were slaughtered and left behind
like the calm water of the pond that never reflected the sky above

If i were immortal like the darkness of the night
I would caress the whispers that float in the wind
and ask for forgiveness for intruding like the coward sun
That disrupts the serenity of a silent night

If i were an empty platform like ajimganj
i would smile at the lives on the other side of the world
and they would probably smile back at me
for whatever reasons unknown

Roller Coaster Ride

Tonight I'm going on a roller coaster ride
Ya I'm going alone
I'm gonna take a walk in the park
Ya baby all alone

I'm gonna forget to wake up in the morning tomorrow
Oh baby be jealous of me
I'm gonna ramble in the woods
So please don't look out for me

I got a ticket to ride and forget the world
Ya I'm gonna forget the world
You gotta believe me now and see it later
I'm gonna show it to you

I'm gonna forget to wake up in the morning tomorrow
And be a little high hahha
I'm gonna ramble in the woods
This is my roller coaster ride

Two Nights

Everytime you walked by the river side
I saw you raving like the sun
Everytime you looked at the horizon
You told me "Hon, look there are my dreams" 

Two nights before you're gone
Desolation and dreams became one
I was surrounded by eternal despair
When my dreams woke me up from nightmares

You went up to a watchtower to listen
To the laughs in your head that pricked like needles
And when I saw you losing your self to life
You cried, " Hon, I wanna die in my dreams"

Two nights after you're gone
I could see myself at the horizon
Swaying to the grim reaper's tunes
My humdrum existence was being sung

Crimson Nights

Verse 1

Grim cries of glittering eyes
We are hypnotized
Scribbling letters on the rocks
And chiseled ones all in the box

Chorus

Sunny tales of the moonlight
And it feels so right
 Country smell of winter and street lights
Like raindrops and crimson nights

Verse 2

Trying to hide in its silhouette
Under the fading sky
The blink of an eye at the horizon
Unfurling the fairytale, can't look away

Chorus

Sunny tales of the moonlight
And it feels so right
 Country smell of winter and street lights
Like raindrops and crimson nights

Bridge

The quiet river on a stormy night
Like chasing memories in the void
The rage in the eyes have long gone out
It's time to make amends

Chorus

Sunny tales of the moonlight
And it feels so right
Merry souls of unchained kites
Like raindrops and crimson nights

Creep Into Life

I've been walking the streets of 
A closed room in a box and I don't care
You've been watching the light fade out
Try to feel the pain that you wear

And I'm wasted  trying to creep into life once again
Tell me it's hard done by
Cause I can smell tomorrow
As I look up to the sky

I've been chasing the nightmares in
The fields that paint the sky black and white
Revelations that testify
Burnt paper boats by the river side


And I'm wasted  trying to creep into life once again
Tell me it's hard done by
Cause I can smell tomorrow
As I look up to the sky

The Biggest and The Longest Dream

I remember the first time I saw a teenager score a wonder goal against a commendable Argentina side. You guessed it right, the teenager was none other than Michael Owen. Back then, football was just like a motion picture for me but I liked what he did. I would like to keep it short and not beat around the bush. Michael Owen is the reason I started supporting Liverpool Football Club. Since the early 21st century, I went through a lot of ups and downs being a Liverpool fan, but that is what makes me a Liverpool fan. Life is not supposed to be perfect. I remember Gerard Houllier, the Liverpool boss who built a team with a group of passionate lads. He signed some of my favourite players. Hyypia, Baros, Hamann and a few more.

In 1998 another teenager debuted for Liverpool Football Club and the rest is history. Steven Gerrard made me cry and smile at the same time. I, as a football player always tried to emulate what he did. The night at Istanbul was one of those nights that every football fan craves for. The little child in me always wanted to meet Gerrard especially after that goal against Olympiakos that saw us through. The incredible noise at Istanbul after we were 3-0 down at the stroke of half time against the legendary A.C Milan side. We won our fifth Champions League trophy and the moment when Stevie G lifted the trophy, I was not being able to control my emotions.

My mission for Anfield started as early as 2001-02 when I realised that St John was right, "There's no noise like the Anfield noise".

Anfield Experience.

I am in the U.K for the past 5 days and I saved my Anfield visit for the match day. I was staying in Manchester which is one bus(one hour) away from Liverpool.
It was a 5:15PM kickoff and so I had a lot of time to reach Anfield. I got out from Manchester as soon as possible, as early as 10A.M in the morning. I took a National Express to Liverpool via Manchester Airport. After 45-50 mins I could see familiar things. I saw Liverpool Echo, Liverpool One. I reached Albert Dock followed by the Liverpool One Bus station. I could wait no longer. "Sir, What is the best way to reach Anfield?", I asked an officer who are the best people out here. "Take bus no. 26 from stand 4 my boy and have a great time", replied an aged voice who knows how it feels to visit Anfield. So I waited with a group of Liverpool fans at the mentioned stand. I could already feel the atmosphere and was not in the right mood to talk sense. The bus came and as expected I dropped my coinsfrom the wallet and I was already speechless to realise the fact that I'm travelling with The Famous Kopites to Anfield. The bus had an upper deck but I chose to sit in the lower deck and I sat and thought about the fact that I'm actually travelling to Anfield. It took 15-20 mins to reach the place where I always wanted to be. I went down from the bus and stood watching the place like a little kid. I kept staring at it for more than 10mins, shook myself really hard to to believe that I'm actually standing in front of a very famous gateway with 3 champions league trophies on top. It read "Paisely Gateway" and the upper wall read "The Kop". I had moist eyes that searched for someone. Someone I can share my feelings with. I entered through the gate and looked straight and there he was, the man who gave a new life to Liverpool. I could not believe my eyes. I took a picture with the statue and headed towards the LFC store where I lost all my money to some of the coolest merchandise you can take home with you. The most notable one being the Official Matchday Scarf. I took an Expresso and a couple of Fish Sticks as I lost my appetite to some incredible match day scenes at Anfield. I walked towards the Centenary Stand and saw the most beautiful gate that read "You'll Never Walk Alone" . I took a picture of it and the beautiful gate gave my zero photography skill a whole new level. I saw people roaming around cladded in their red jerseys and jackets and scarves. I kept wandering around the stadium visiting the main stand followed by the Kop again. Then I saw a familiar face walking by the main stand and waiting to enter the Hospitality gate. I ran my heart out so that I could reach before he enters the stadium. I took a picture with none other than Dietmar Hamann. As soon as I was half dead, I decided to enter anfield and the rest I will try my best but words are certainly not enough to describe that feeling. It was incredible to say the least.

Anfield was buzzing with matchday thrill and people kept on pouring in numbers since the turnstiles were open. The setlist at Anfield sounded more familiar than anything else that day. "What's it like in Liverpool", "Three Little Birds"and my personal favourite "Fields of Anfield Road". I sang my heart out before I had a photography marathon session. People were always ready to help me get some of the best snaps. I had two extreme seats for the two games I went to watch. I had a 72nd row for the Stoke City game and a 4th row for the mouth watering Manchester City game. Suddenly I could see Mignolt and Karius warming up and getting ready for the game against Stoke. It was around 4 40-45 when the whole Liverpool team followed the footsteps of Henderson, greeted by 50000+ Kopites were on the field for a light warm up session. I could not belive my eyes when I saw my Liverpool Eyes practising in front of me. Firmino doing an elastico to put one past Mignolet, Milner sending a long ball to Lovren who received on his chest and put the ball in the box for Origi who sent it flying into the Kop End. It was still a dream for me.

At 5, the players went down the tunnel to get themselves ready for the kickoff. The Stoke City fans at the opposite side were trying to make some noise but 50000 Kopites were too loud for their comfort. The players were on the field at 5 10-12. Then came the most emotional moment of my life. The stadium palyed Gerry's You'll Never Walk Alone. I, somehow held on to my phone to capture a video of the whole thing. Tears rolled down my cheeks. After a long time I cried like a little child does when he/she fails to cope with his/her inhibitions. Goosebumps. Anfield screaming at the top of its voice. 1000s of scarves up in the air, electrifying atmosphere, highly hostile for any opponent. As soon as the whistle was blown, I lost myself in a dream that lasted for 90mins and the hangover will be a lifetime one. We won 4-1. My first game at Anfield and it turned out to be a one sided game for my team. I smiled, I cried, I shouted, I reveled, I jumped, I sang and I lived every moment. That night, after the game I returned home alone from Liverpool to Manchester. I was the happiest man on earth. I went back home and eagerly waited for the game against Manchester City.

Before the exciting game against the Cityzens, I had the privilege of entering anfield, because I had booked a museum tour. I was very lucky to get a brilliant guide who was known as Ray and he is a season ticket holder since 1967. He explained Anfield in a beautiful way. He shared all the history. We went in to the Legends Lounge, the seats right in front of the box office in the main stand. We went to Spion Kop where he shared all he knew about the very famous standing kop that has been forced to be a seated one since 1994. I sat on Jurgen Klopp's seat and had a few wonderful pictures clicked right beside the silky smooth pitch that was getting ready to host Man City in couple of days.

We had a one on one Q&A with Liverpool legend, John Aldirdge or Aldo. He is a golden boot winner and had won the first division with Liverpool. He shared all his experiences as a player and also shared his views regarding the current team. I had the opportunity of asking a couple of questions to him. Asking a question to John Aldridge? Yeah Right!. He signed my matchday program and also allowed me to click a picture with him. He shared some of the moments of his career that I'm going to cherish throughout the rest of my life.

After meeting Aldo I headed towards the Club Museum which had all the silverware and the sight was unbelievable. I saw all the jerseys of all the previous eras, even the one with the blue and white sides that Everton had left when they went to the other side of Stanley Park. Then came the 5th Champions League trophy that was won at Istanbul in 2005, it is the only original Champions League trophy in England. With Phill Thompson's commentary and guidance in my ears, I went around the museum with a scintillating sense of gratitude. I couldn't believe my eyes. I left the museum and left Anfield in the evening to catch a bus to Manchester.

31st December was a huge day for me as Liverpool locked horns with Manchester City at Anfield and I had a seat at the 4th row of Kop End. I could not control my excitement. I was totally charged up and was very excited to see the whole team pumped up for the big game. To be very honest, it was a very average game but thanks to a brilliant header by Wijnaldum we ended up with 3 points leaving Manchester City 4 points behind us. Anfield was at the top of its voice and it booed Raheem Sterling every time he had the ball in his feet. I had planned to leave one of my scarves at the Hillsborough memorial but unfortunately I dropped it somewhere inside the stadium and it was already too late to buy one from the club's store. I went out of Anfield with mixed emotions. We beat Manchester City and I was there inside the stadium singing with the Kop but that was probably the last time in many years to come that I was in front of Anfield. With a heavy heart I headed towards my next destination which was London.

The Beatles Story

We booked our Magical Mystery Tour for 29th of December. We reached Albert Dock as early as 10 30 A.M. Baffled at the scenic beauty, we headed towards our Beatles tour . The bus was right on time and from the time we had boarded the bus, we had been under the guidance of a man who knew everything about The Beatles. We visited Penny Lane, Strawberry Fields, Ringo's house, Paul's house, John's house and my favourite George Harrison's house. We were enjoying all the Beatles songs that were being played in the bus and they were in accordance with the places we were visiting. The Beatles were my childhood heroes and that idolism has not changed yet. I always wanted to make this tour possible. We ended our tour at The Cavern Club where we saw an extremely talented musician, Marc Kenny play some of the Beatles Classics along with his original "What's it like in Liverpool". The Beatles performed 292 times at The Cavern Club and the place was equipped with guitars and mementos from so many legendary musicians who had performed at that place before. We left The Cavern and went to the Goodison Park followed by my Mecca, Anfield. We left for Manchester again in the evening.

Bit of this and a Bit of that

I visited Old Trafford with my friend. We went inside the Lancashire stadium which is adjacent to Old Trafford. While my friend was watching Manchester United toy with Sunderland's defense, I was roaming around the city, drinking a glass of beer and hoping they would telecast the match somewhere but unfortunately the match was not telecasted that day. I went to Etihad and we boarded the Metrolink Tram services to visit both the stadiums within the city. We visited the English Lounge for a couple of drinks and met with an aged Evertonian who had a couple of things to tell me for obvious reasons. We went to Yates on the 31st night before boarding our bus to London. Christmas is very boring in the U.K and we screwed up a bit in order to reach Manchester. We booked our train from London Euston to Manchester in accordance with the IST and that cost us 27 pounds. We took an Airline bus to Oxford where my Subhayan offered us the best services and hospitality. We took a gamble and went out around 1 A.M at night. We were lucky enough to get two seats in a bus that was heading towards Blackpool via Liverpool which was sold out when we checked online. The bus took us to Liverpool from where it became really easy for us to reach Manchester.

We again screwed up, went to Island Gardens in London on 1st. We visited Emirates, Stamford Bridge and Wembley followed by The Big Ben as well as the London Eye but the rain had ruined most part of our visit to London. However, we went to Oxford again after missing out on the 9:20P.M bus which was full. We reached at 1 A.M and Subhayan was again very kind enough to let us have a very good night sleep at his place. We took a small tour of Oxford next morning where Subhayan became our guide and finally left for London Heathrow around 2P.M in the afternoon.

Small things that mattered a lot

Picadilly Gardens
Primark
Debbenham's
Metrolink Services
National Express
The classic black cabs

The weather was absolutely crazy. Too cold for an Indian. We surely had the time of our lives and would love to go back again as soon as possible but this time it will be a different time of the year. We had a very little glimpse of London, probably next time we will explore a lot of London.

And..

Etihad Airways is a stupid airline

"Beside the Hillsborough Flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on that day?
Justice has never been done
But their memory will carry on
There'll be glory around the Fields of Anfield Road"