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Becoming God | Snowy Frost
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June 24, 2015. Source – Google. Month of May,. A glorious news…. I never could have imagined,. I would become God…. I wonder, how He. Must have felt,. As I played His part! Celebration of 1993,. Laughter and baby names. Were on everyone’s mind…. Excited, I was. The bud inside,. Gave a new meaning to,. My happiness was such,. Nobody could have explained. I could hear the. The weather disobeyed,. And so did all the seasons. I became God…. I, the mighty composer. And it was a symphony,. Hard it was,. And ev...
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August 2015 – shamsays
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Melanin,marketing and mediocrity. Looks at herself in the mirror) (shit, My face looks like bipasha Basu ‘s dark circles) ( immerses herself into gallons of whitening bleach) – Whiteness fairness… Read more “Melanin,marketing and mediocrity.”. August 28, 2015. Censor,certification and cinema. August 20, 2015. August 21, 2015. Gospels of the corporates. August 3, 2015. August 3, 2015. What is humour, i don’t know. 😂. A scent of a perfume bottle. Fauzan on Gospels of the corporates.
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Gospels of the corporates – shamsays
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August 3, 2015. August 3, 2015. Gospels of the corporates. There are something’s money can’t buy for everything else there’s always a corporate desperately trying to nullify the first part of the sentence. Do you want to be an owner of a multi- giant aviation industry with 4-5 sleazy women around You and a glassfull of intoxicating piss flowing around your knees like the sweetest of honey. 1) Art- umm…….kill it. 3)Honesty and fair policy- said no corporate ever. The ever increasing and surprisingly gener...
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Time – shamsays
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September 11, 2016. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun -pink Floyd. But is there any time or is just a fantasy? It is a synchronisation between the withering of the leaves and the serenity of the arriving spring. To gain is to lose. To be found is to be lost. To make love and to drift apart&#...There is ...
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College project-skills – shamsays
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August 21, 2016. Some of the excerpts of my poems. 1) A voice that sings. Brown sacks tied with couple of rusty poles. Milk powder worth ruby rings. House of three with rats sized of birthday balloons creep through the filthy holes. The baby girl for her hooker mother and dying sister still sings. Cigarette burns on her swollen breasts. Impregnated a dozen times through every abortion she cringed and drinks. A disease dressed as a human, a bloody jest! She craves the heat of a handsome lover. Everybody l...
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When ‘I’ Decide – Rollingstones'16
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We write from tranquility. Dreams. Color. Uncolor. Musings of a Lovestruck Soul. The Day I Wished For. Under the same sky. A weekend of My Dear Zindagi. Musings over the sunset. Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure. Until we meet again. You are my last word. On that Good Old Shore. When ‘I’ Decide. 8220;Mom….dad…what next? 8220;We dont know.”. 8220;Ok. I will decide.”. 8220;Study hard Varun. This tenth examination is going to decide your future”. Engineering- gang fights, suspension, 13 supplementary exams.
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When talkies talk🎬 – Rollingstones'16
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We write from tranquility. Dreams. Color. Uncolor. Musings of a Lovestruck Soul. The Day I Wished For. Under the same sky. A weekend of My Dear Zindagi. Musings over the sunset. Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure. Until we meet again. You are my last word. On that Good Old Shore. When talkies talk🎬. Well the advantage of booking is that we can go to the movie relaxed, as I’m a little bad in matters of punctuality it helps. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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The Great Leveler?! – Fall Leaves
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To talk of many things: Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, Of cabbages and kings! December 14, 2015. December 17, 2015. The Chennai floods have been a great leveler. Practically nobody was spared. 8221; Every now and then I come cross this statement. A quick Google search with these terms comes up with dozens of articles. I am curious to know what has been ‘leveled’. Does the fact that people at all social levels have been in some way impacted, make it a leveler? The rich moving into a five star hotel.
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Of hope, faith and a great New Year! – Fall Leaves
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To talk of many things: Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, Of cabbages and kings! Of hope, faith and a great New Year! December 22, 2015. December 31, 2016. Man, they say, lives on Hope. Not just men, but women, children, animals and plants, they all live on Hope and Faith! Animals have not been that lucky. Trigger happy humans have been destroying them and their environments in a systematic manner! A Christian head of church who goes beyond his religion to say –. A Buddhist monk who points out –. Our h...
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Art | one blonde wanders
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Isn't it obvious? Art hunting in Kochi. The soul will always do what it needs to do. When tracey became frida…. There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face. The rain was torrential; it obscured the stars. There’s nowhere else like London. nothing at all, anywhere #2. There’s nowhere else like London. nothing at all, anywhere #1. Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. Lula, girl of my dreams. Why don’t you come out? North of Anguk Station…. Ummm, hello again.