Carteblanche

benison bay

2011-08-18T04:38:00.000-07:00

I killed the genius in my mind,As middling love was to unwind,all the nous churned and grind,where do i go to search and find.. the peace of the commoner,is all I have,fecundity grives in some corner,making me appear stupid and naive. Why was spunk a goner?charm and panache are sad loners,uneasy in the current mein,Maverick in me is all maimed. I see and pass without any thought,Ideas dont rain

Great Expectations...

2011-02-07T02:43:00.000-08:00

Those who ride fast,ride alone.A bold,non-nonsense image of a person is by default expected to be so perfect all the time,people start having sensless expectations.I have experienced this especially.People cannot digest the fact that I too can feel the blues at times,i'm pretty chilled-out as a matter of fact.Ruthless honesty and perfection is strictly reserved for things related to work.My work

Being Prompt

2010-12-16T04:50:00.000-08:00

Strange it is as I obeserve and experience how promptness has lost its lustre.People like to keep you waiting for info,meetings,etc just to show control instead of promptly responding to zesty earnestness and get the work flowing.What surprises me is the amusement people get out of my 'prompt' response in simple situations where waiting is a burdensome expense to both the individuals.This

tranquil saturday

2010-10-23T04:43:00.000-07:00

I love what I do,I do what I love.Today's been one of the most tranquil days.Like the texture of atmosphere is an even soothing aura from still crystal sky flowing in my studio.I feel the stillness of my mind,of my emotions,of my thoughts,of my nous.A tabula rasa of a novel avenue in the avalanche of fecundity.

Anger

2010-09-10T04:39:00.000-07:00

oh how you miss me, as i set you free, in the world of wannabe. oh how you miss my head, every regret that tear shread, every drop of blood it bred. oh how you miss my pain, caused by your sisters-wrath and blame, all the envy and shame. oh how you miss my cells, filled with your evil spell, sheltered in the shell, you made life hell. your children arrogance and indolence, grew up to lose

A thief in the neighbourhood

2010-08-29T04:00:00.000-07:00

One showery midnight,i was strolling in my balcony,looking into the dark of small hours;pondering in the quite.In a moment I saw a middle-age baldy holding in 6-feet wooden rod sauntering in my neighbour's garden.I assumed him to be an inhabitant of that dwelling as I waited to see his whereabouts in the grave silence.This house has a narrow passage inbetween the windows and our compound wall.The

A Day at my Store

2010-08-20T02:04:00.000-07:00

As challenging entrepreneurship is, it also comes along with a delight that you might just feel right. My bespoke designer studio is situated in a quiet mall that has motley of offices and shops. It’s not humanly possible to feel enchanted every day however it’s worth the effort. A workday with latte and a brisk smile in the wild wilderness of ingenuity.Roleplaying from being a hard-taskmaster to

I leapfrog..

2010-08-15T08:37:00.000-07:00