
Oh, mine peak draped! Can you sate -
Dreams that daze and truths to brace?
Makes me heady, this opium mist,
That you exhale, dewy, drunk, awashed,
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Oh, mine peak draped! Can you sate -
Dreams that daze and truths to brace?
Makes me heady, this opium mist,
That you exhale, dewy, drunk, awashed,
[Read On…]
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I lost count, of light years zillion, where yeons
I stood, Soul clasped I knelt,
Romancing the woods – the damp earth, mist embraced mountains – Almost
And more, of oragasmic splendor, that Mother Nature bared,
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Finally, the wait is over. Google, Bing, it is time to welcome the new challenger Blekko which promises to add a new “spin” to the search engine stakes. Launched on Oct 31st after being in some time in beta testing, Though not positioned as a Google Killer , Blekko might still have enough surprises up its sleeve to be the next best alternative to the biggies.
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Hearken ! spring languid, orchids candid,
Doth thy cup of life froth swollen?
The days pause, the nights gaze,
Mainfest the moment, when atoms light!
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Art must take reality by surprise.
Francoise Sagan
The analogy connection here might be a convenient concotion, but yes, one clear sunny morning my reality was taken by suprise by the Art of Blog, an authority site that offers tons of tutorials and proven methodologies for bloggers to find online success. It was a pleasant feeling indeed to know that my blog found mention (Check listing no #168) in one of their much followed blog posts “180+ Thesis Design Customizations You have to See to Believe”
written by Nick Reese.
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There is no better way to spend a quiet evening than meditating on the works of Rumi, the medieval poet and spiritual proponent of Persia. Partaking of “The Essential Rumi” and “Rumi the book of love“, translations by Coleman Barks is a fascinating journey into Rumi’s adundant metaphorical expressions of love and living, all heart and soul gushing as crystal streams of soulfreedom.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface,
yet I’m already under
and living with the ocean.
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