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The Unmindful | Bohemian's Reverie

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It may be raining. But neither the rainbow. Of the seven horses of sun. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. My New Year Invitation.

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कैसे आते हो तुम? | Bohemian's Reverie

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क स आत ह त म? क स आत ह त म? र त म क र क ट क स ग त क तरह. कमज र, लड खड त , न ज क स स क स थ? और स य भर भ नज र नह आत. कभ म र आ ख क त र फ करत. आज उनम अश क द ख क भ. क य कह छ प क श त ब ठ ह? य द ह कई बरस पहल ,. र त क ग रह क त ड त च दन स. म र उपम क थ त मन? आज कई बरस ब द त म ख द अम वस क च द ह ए ह. आज फ र एक त र ट ट. आज फ र उसन म झस प छ ह ,. 8220;क न ह ज त झ स न नह द त? 8220;क न ह ज त झस म लन नह आत? व आत त ह मगर द ख ई नह द त . . . जन मद न – 2. Musings – Part 1. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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Musings – Part 1 | Bohemian's Reverie

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Musings – Part 1. Today when I woke up I noticed the same vermin that had been there the day before and the day before that. He had been there with me as long as I can remember, attached to me like a true friend. . . But what does that say about me? Am I expected to live to see the smile on a vermin’s face first thing in the morning? Am I expected to live like that? With no destined path? क स आत ह त म? My New Year Invitation. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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My New Year Invitation | Bohemian's Reverie

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My New Year Invitation. As per the obligation that comes with being the Host , I invite you all to the most not so happening New Year Party of the year. And to make things worse, there is a dress code. Once in a year we celebrate. With all our friends and nauseate,. Drinking whisky, gin and rum. And dancing to the sound of drums. But you are a fool in thinking that,. It’s not going to be a party that great. Neither it is in Gatsby’s style,. Nor it is in Gangnam style,. Rather it will be pale and dumb.

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Blue Paper Films | Bohemian's Reverie

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Stop motion animation logo for my film production house. Shot with 5 MP mobile camera with steady (more or less) hands, i.e. without a tripod. Edited using DragonFrame and Windows Movie Maker. Audio – Jenny’s Theme. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Like a Petal | Bohemian's Reverie

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Like a petal of the morning flower. In the first light of spring. Your bloom perfumes the bower;. Flame and lust with it you bring. My heart aches by the gale. Of your passion and devotion. With old and tattered sail. I ride the sea of strange emotion. Nightingales sing at your smile,. A sigh upon your touch turns gay. How elated by you I have been all this while,. My words could never say. Like a petal of the morning flower. In the first light of spring. You render me by your power. Feb 18, 2016.

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Harshit Saxena | Bohemian's Reverie

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She thought, between her sips and drags, of the day before when he came home late at night, laid down by her side and said, Good night , and then there was silence; as if the words were drowning all other sounds. She didn’t sleep that night. He kissed her good morning, but he never used to. Is everything all right? He goes again, I still believe in what I said. She turned and remembered. Do I get a chance? She was talking to herself like this. Does he get a chance? Can’t we just forget? Shot with 5 MP mo...