Author Archives: Shamvabee C

Those Mad Souls

A much crowded street colored with shouts and whispers, noises and honks was abruptly vacant that evening. the silence whispered, a…

Incoherent

  Where everyone is beautiful and lovable, where everyone is in their best forms, hoping from rich restaurants to richer,…

Protagonist | Youthopia

My Protagonist

My protagonist weeps silently wiping away the white color of its mimed make up. It weeps sitting under the ash covered…

Hok Kolorob | Youthopia

Hok Kolorob

Calcutta, as I prefer it to be, the city that weaved the abode of  such histories in the past, that…

Closet

When my closet screams with unearthly protests, When the ruins inside wants to breath the air of freedom, outside, I…

Anonymous

Sweat drops Like fresh dews of the dawn Fell on the toe of the anonymous man Whose sweat had a…

Revenge

it was a warm lighted pub with the tinkling of the glasses and courteous smiles, i felt the sharp knife,…

Ode to Art

When the warm still night just echoed some mechanical noises of air conditioners fluttering through the muggy air from the…