Friday 25 December 2015
Thursday 24 December 2015
Thursday 10 December 2015
Friday 13 November 2015
Street No. 13 (2015)
Street no. 13 on 'Friday the 13th' !
My third one, a horror-thriller short film, that won Bronze in Open IIT Short film making competition.
Wednesday 11 November 2015
Tuesday 10 November 2015
Friday 6 November 2015
The Planchet | Open IIT 2015 Winner
Written and Directed by me, My second film shot in the first year with my dream team friends!
Wednesday 4 November 2015
The Planchet | Releasing this Friday
Won "Gold" in Open IIT Short Film making competition, as well as special mention for best direction.
https://goo.gl/Y2qeRL
Monday 26 October 2015
Thursday 17 September 2015
Tuesday 1 September 2015
Monday 24 August 2015
Underground
Blow at the elbow wakes me up, as they pass by
Stingy eyes under the hood over the cloak;
Droplets on my nose divide coincidences and indications
And the lightning struck as in my brain a war broke.
A bump on the front charioteer whirls me back
To the path I was running for a place to lurk
And unmask the yellow alerts hidden inside,
Before I open my eyes and get up with a jerk.
I’m splashing on puddles, piercing in halves
Maybe the shivers of soily water keep me all ears;
Enter the tunnel called ‘Underground’ in my hometown
And I breeze into the darker side as the guide disappears.
The seventy yards of cover act seventy hours long
Each seed of suspicion slows every second down;
Echoes of horns paint the inner sheath of shadows,
The ones that creep through the carts around.
Indications find the heavier side of the balance.
It gets darker as I go deeper towards culmination;
Suddenly my wrists tighten and I stop at brakes,
As I jump out of the Underground of my cogitation.
Sunday 2 August 2015
The grandest IIT campus is buzzing with bright faces emanating innocence and curiosity. As the latest batch prepares itself to adapt the legendary KGP life, TFPS decided to randomly pick some freshmen and bombard them with questions about their expectations from this campus. In addition, we interviewed some senior year students as well, in order to keep a check on ground reality. ;)
Thursday 19 February 2015
Surreal reality
Saw a thin fume of carbon
Climbing the dusk;
Chains of children
Marching down the hill
To mount to the fire
That blazed on the mountain
Within no blink
Torching the twilight.
Led the groaning villagers
Following the dark
Until I found myself alone.
Grassy the entrance
Brought me between graves
With fog blurring the lamps
Turning murky my way.
My memory plunges to a scene
I was being hunted
By the princess, I'm haunted
Night faded away
Was on a railway trolley
On a fragile rail;
Bridged upon an ocean
Trying to outpace a tiger
Huge as an elephant
Sent by the princess.
Dodged a crack on the track
Poor, the animal failed
And splash, the water spilled.
He begged for help
And I was confused again,
Relating my dreams
To my surreal reality.
Climbing the dusk;
Chains of children
Marching down the hill
To mount to the fire
That blazed on the mountain
Within no blink
Torching the twilight.
Led the groaning villagers
Following the dark
Until I found myself alone.
Grassy the entrance
Brought me between graves
With fog blurring the lamps
Turning murky my way.
My memory plunges to a scene
I was being hunted
By the princess, I'm haunted
Night faded away
Was on a railway trolley
On a fragile rail;
Bridged upon an ocean
Trying to outpace a tiger
Huge as an elephant
Sent by the princess.
Dodged a crack on the track
Poor, the animal failed
And splash, the water spilled.
He begged for help
And I was confused again,
Relating my dreams
To my surreal reality.
Sunday 8 February 2015
Under the hood
Silent under the hood, I may seem,
Looking stupid, rejecting them
Who expect me to be former as they pass by.
I see my image on a late-lightened phone call.
Blindfolded, I sip everything liquid.
And they then put upon wrong clues
The dark secluded conclusion
Never concludes.
Lately, merely words are obsession
Actions, misleading indications
That may always make sense.
Whole day, my mind is grabbed
Wicked weeks, murdering months,
For an unimportant, under-enthusiastic catch up.
Being ignored over betrayal is disrespect.
And to lie, hiding tears in your heart,
Being hypocritically happy.
Do I exist Or I merely exist?
My pen scribbles it rough, still.
It's not as old as my mind.
I may not put often in white and black
And never by teeth and tongue.
It goes on and on.
For my sake or my bad, I'll never know.
Looking stupid, rejecting them
Who expect me to be former as they pass by.
I see my image on a late-lightened phone call.
Blindfolded, I sip everything liquid.
And they then put upon wrong clues
The dark secluded conclusion
Never concludes.
Lately, merely words are obsession
Actions, misleading indications
That may always make sense.
Whole day, my mind is grabbed
Wicked weeks, murdering months,
For an unimportant, under-enthusiastic catch up.
Being ignored over betrayal is disrespect.
And to lie, hiding tears in your heart,
Being hypocritically happy.
Do I exist Or I merely exist?
My pen scribbles it rough, still.
It's not as old as my mind.
I may not put often in white and black
And never by teeth and tongue.
It goes on and on.
For my sake or my bad, I'll never know.
Friday 16 January 2015
LUST AND TRUST
The sun rose up to blue
As they reach acquaintance;
Hesitant to go to,
Magic spells on silence.
Eagle perceives it as a boon
Both tie selves with bands
Like signing a treaty
With oblivious hands.
Sun reaches noon
The laces deepen down;
Biped, single headed
The TWO'd roam the town.
Directions detach them a distance
Too away for a sight;
Virtuous is blessed a gift,
As it approaches twilight.
Envy turns the other vicious.
Lust turns it blind
And this misled eyesight
Leaves behind what's left behind.
Greed gambles the one
Headless of the game;
Gets puzzled over the gift
And gives up the same.
Trust is bruised,
Love, offered a frown;
The lace unties itself
As the sun drowns down.
Fair-weather, friendly looking,
Jealous-hearted deceit
Never revealed the guilt,
But worsened the heat.
TRUE love never lost, though;
He resurrected his gift.
Lust beheaded the trust
Which could never uplift.
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