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The ecstasy of possibility
This womanCaptured on PolaroidFloating in a sepia dream Her voice is a fresh new place on a rainy dayFlickering warmth of a fireplace, bouncing off cheeks flush with whisky Shape shifting goddessan angels voice, effortless in presence Smokes and mirrorsA being complex And impossible to guess
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Marigolds in the summer of 90
When blue skies would roll into woven grey You’d look up and say ” There’s going to be rain tonight!!” Me and seven seas from across, hope That the weather in central is also the same Optimistic and ever eager What I wouldn’t do To go back into monsoon of 90’s Several lifetimes, disappear in a blink I am not ready for goodbyes of ‘until later’ I see you nurturing marigolds Wearing old t-shirt and shorts Tending, so I wake…
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Men of earth
I watched as he built A pour of concrete Sand and stone Iron grills and the taking of shape Is there legacy to everything we build? He hammers on, chipping away Adding strength As his own melts in sweat and strain There have been earthships lasting generations A much gentler process Soil to soil Touch of warm, breeding love and life A cycle of transient memories Ebbs of reinforcement Learning of life and humility When did the soft edges shift?…
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Love secrets
Love Is a language We are still learning Good love Is rare scripts A secret, known to few
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Gap year travel – Ode to Pakse
A love letter To who I was when I was in you, Pakse — Those days, serpent-ing the roads I soaked in the worlds colours Till they were all inside of me Dissolving the concept of time The beginnings of not yet friendships We drifted and glided like soft mist All of us, everything Present Unconstrained It was enough, the walk on dirt roads, Pebbles hot and sharp, marking their presence through rapidly wearing shoes Walking across rice fields, diving…
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To a place beyond the skies
Willing this body, its soul to dissolve Into something beautiful … maybe butterflies Released above the redwoods, disappearing … To a place beyond the skies Into a year, with no dates Into space, without dimensions Suspended, like a kite belonging neither to earth ..nor to the skies Into a mirage, where it is all seasons, all at once To weep, Leave no trace of grief Wait for dawn Maybe tomorrow things will make sense
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Beverage insulator sleeve print design
Beverage insulators, keep your drink insulated, offer good grip and ensure that your hands stay dry. Here are some designs, that were initially submitted as part of a contest, and later manufactured 🙂 .
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Hybrid android application
A handheld device application to aid drivers in carrying out their work efficiently.
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Ideas as a multiplier of execution
Idea’s by themselves aren’t interesting. It is the execution that’s the deal maker to any idea – good, bad or average. Derek Sivers has a great way of explaining this: Let’s imagine two columns – one for ideas and another for execution There is a number value to the strength of both the idea and it’s execution (Eg: An awful idea is valued at -1, and if there is no execution of the idea it is valued at 1$) …