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I left an apprection note
For the ones
who works in my 'Creative team'.
Days and nights went by
When I was little angry
As their works weren't that great
And partly, they too weren't
Liking me that well.

But now,
I am bit more matured
With a little more of patience
And humor while playing my part.
As a lead, I stand like a pillar
Whenever they are in trouble,
And would like to stand at last
While taking appreciation,
Rather dividing more of
Inspiration, understanding
And appreciation
Amongst themselves
For collectively
performing well.

Creativity is sowed and I enjoy watering them
everyday as I go,

And they continue to work
with their right brains
With laughter, humor
and designer jokes.

I enjoy their smiles and laughter while packing up for their homes
I wish to maintain
a chilled creative team
Where they are happy to work
And go back home
With extension of smiles
For getting appreciated well enough
For solving the creative challenges of everyday life!

Cheers to my team!
Yesterday, I made my team realize
How important they are
And how much they meant to the team
Spreading collective inspirations
And appreciating their works.
Making them smile and laugh,
While solving the creative problems.
She is the sunshine
I am the cloud
She is the happiness
I never really found.
Only in the stillness of earth's untouched moments can you hear what calls,
A deep stirring,
A restless wild in the wind,
It whispers things of untamable beauty,
The fluidity of infinitum elegantly intertwined with every breath,
Within the depths of softly burning eyes it is written,
As it's echo traces the horizons edge it calls,

" f r e e d o m "
You've asked for Cloud Nine
But we don't have to deal with trine
We can get to the prime
Sending you to Ten
Even Eleven
When I think of this, it's a duplicate of Heaven
It dates like a Sweven
But time can't eradicate the value
Peaceful as the beaches of Kahaluu
There's no limits on the elation I want to bring to you
Make love on the soft sand
Saying words only the Motherland
Should hear
These aren't formalities, dear
They're semsuality
Coming from the best place of me.
you are not your age,
nor the colour of your hair,
you are not your weight,
or the size of clothes you wear.
you are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
you are all the books you read,
and all the words you speak,
you are your croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide.
you're the sweetness in your laughter
and every tear you've cried,
you're the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know your all alone
your the places that you've been to,
and the one that you call home,
you're the things that you believe in
and the people that you love.
you're the pictures in your bedroom
and the future that you dream.
you are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
when you decided that you were defined
by all the things your not.
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Block, Block I knock
on a poets writers block-door of mind.
No one answers so I knock again.

Block, Block
Come out come out
to play, mind pattern
who is in darkness.

Block, Block I knock,
as I breath deep
to expand with trust
and determination.

At last door opens.
At last a crack I see
so my breath of intent may enter.

Finally I can  
shoot with my ray gun aimed
at wall of wandering doubts.

Bang, Bang Block,
I stand with gun of creativity
filled with word-like bullets
to disintegrate you,
and success is mine
Thusly... I can move with flow
so I may write.
Not that I have it but  thought of topic and decided to write LOL
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