Archive for February, 2013

In Thee


World seems to have fallen to sleep.
Night brings in starlight and sweet breeze.
As i surrender myself to wind so heavenly,
I rest my soul in thee.

Curious trees gossip our romance with the air, and
owls, wolves and spirits now seem to care.
As they wonder my sweet muse is where,
i find myself in thee.

Distant whine doesn’t tire me now.
Half headed beast wont scare me.
Spirits long to have my attention now.
But i, i bury myself in thee.

So returned the twilight.
and dragged my feet to sleep.
Before another day long parting with you,
i rest myself in thee.

Manmeet Singh Bhatia

-(Poetbabu)

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Imperfection (i’m perfection)

Must i ne’er cry,
sympathy isn’t my tool.
A punch on devils eye.
Giving up is for fools.

Win or not
Hell may care
poisoned blood
and evil stare.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Groomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.

Abandonment isn’t my will,
My master is my pain.
Take poison to freeze your guilt,
Fire is my game.

Extend the sight,
raise you fist and fight.
Pretend, you might.
You may as well be destruction.

Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Doomed in the name of destruction.
Generation in construction.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.
Imperfection – i’m perfection.

Accept no sympathy.
imperfection.

Enter my game.
Imperfection.

Doomed generation.
Imperfection.

Destruction is my name.
I’m perfection.

-Manmeet Singh Bhatia
(Poetbabu)

First of the Phantasm series.

Poetbabu

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Walking with sword and mask Into death, from life. naked and white, into the snow, dressed only in our world’s ashes. to search where Man of God doesn’t.

Into the mound kingdom of darkness, where they sit quietly dead. Do not fear to move alone, but travel to the world inside.

Covered with large shields, helmets, belts, knives and swords; unknown for the corrupted minds. Along the woods, long, sharp spears. On the branches breast plates of steel.

Watching the image ahead, Hid self in the tree nearby, hanging my head leaning forward on. Saw white horse from the hidden depths my ear bleeds, hear the mourn, sound of wind and desperate cry.

I move myself without any sound, on the ground looking at the image close by. in the white, beautiful strong fog, a creature, a woman’s ghost!

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– Manmeet Singh Bhatia

(Poetbabu)

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Temptation!

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Last year we launched wordpress.com/restaurants, giving restaurants the ability to quickly and easily build a site with menus, maps and directions, an OpenTable reservations widget, and more, along with an elegant new free theme. Since then, we’ve seen restaurants from venerable favorites to underground supper clubs using WordPress.com to entice customers with websites as beautiful as their signature dishes. Here are a few whose sites (and menus!) we love:

POSH

Posh Restaurant, Scottsdale AZPOSH is an “improvisational restaurant” in Scottsdale, Arizona where Chef Josh Herbert creates custom menus for each evening’s crowd based on seasonal ingredients and personal preferences. Using the Confit theme developed especially for restaurants, he’s able to give potential patrons a feel for the restaurant with a custom background photo showcasing the restaurant’s interior while maintaining a clean overall feel.

We particularly like the way he’s loaded up the left sidebar with all the key things a customer…

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