The wheel snoozes, whirring prayers
Chirpy flags, jiving
Snow weeps adios to the tranquil mountains
Trickles to their final journey
Merging in the Indus
Drafting on her marked course, silent
Shiva muses atop
The peaks, snow lathered
To cushion my creator
The patched naked moon enviously paces
Hiding behind the clouds
A cluster of stars
Chant a joyous paean in glory of my virgin abode
The odyssey of the naive wayfarers
Brown and green hillocks
Bare plateaus and barley fields
Are a thousand miles away
I yearn for the calling
“Son, come back”
held upside down
in the malodor of a clinical hand.
the green masked monster
lifted me back, intently staring at me.
he wasn’t alone
white clad, a green masked jury
a conspiracy brewing in their vicious minds
behind their shadowy eyes…
where is my cocoon?
what have I done to deserve this hell?
hysterical, I screamed.
the evil forces smiled in victory
holding the culprit, awaiting my verdict…
turned to the woman on the bed
sweated out, unsteady…
i am bloodied for a crime, i didn’t commit
i cried, she smiled
benefit of doubt
they cleaned me up
wrapped me in a sheet, swamped with
a dark cloud hovered
held me in his arms
i had never seen him before
he never appeared before
when I cried help
i jaded a smile
Nam, Cuba, Russia
Oil fields, worth a strike
Pak, illegitimate child
Afghanistan, drone struck
Next in line
More stories for
Oscars and feeding minds
Next scene in a movie is usually predictable and if you can beat that, you got an audience.
Stunt Drivers in Kill Bill costume
Reference picture for costume dept.
Source : Who cares?
Back to stunt unit. No need to refer Kill Bill. Low on budget.
Not bad, after all