Shamvabee C – Page 2

Kohl and Mascara

it was a night, a mediocre one. where i felt like nobody. i just felt like a swinging shadow, flying

when the nonchalant air, blew away my soul, the dusted reality faded into a cobalt imagination. where ideals are the

Disillusioned matchsticks trembled with fear,As they cannot dazzle themselves anymore, with the infinite burning flashes..Pious and holy and for two

A tribute to the 100 years of indian cinema, a mixed bag of four insane short films by four respective

When my fire splitting dragon turned into a camel, she hurled questions, interrogated her worth of existing. ‘how much more?

“Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing,

“Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing,

Sorry, we couldn’t make it, we couldn’t make things right, after you became a martyr. Sorry, we failed to create

I wrote your failure somewhere.. Where did I keep it? I wrote your death somewhere.. Did I eat it? Last

a rusty evening it waswith ash-pits of marijuana silhouetting my soul.‘winter’, reflected The Mind.the season of the lifeless, cold, desolateness