WHAT IS 3D PRINTING? Additive manufacturing – commonly referred to as 3D printing – is the process of creating a solid three-dimensional physical object from a digital file or design. Unlike traditional manufacturing methods where the material is removed from a solid block, 3D printing technologies build products layer-by-layer, only adding material where it is … Continue reading India’s first of it’s kind 3D printing hub!
Ever been so used to the bad That anything good coming your way Looks like nothing but an illusion If you accept the betterment You feel you’d distort the reality For you believe happiness is not for you You ponder the change laboriously Questioning its significance Until you finally derive some evil out of it … Continue reading perpetual misery
Petrichor creeps through window mesh natural spirit joining a blanket session. Caught off guard initially invited in with an open window. Some would read uncertain, here we’ve mingled; however, established trust mutual coexistence. Non-parasitic mutual benefits, no sorrow when either leave. Only temporary, Ensured insurance assurance without words. Gratitude arriving appreciation departing. Rain cleansing wounds … Continue reading Petrichor
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in … Continue reading First Date
My mind yearned for something greater than what I could see , with my own eyes and everyday I thought there was something wrong with me because I was not happy in this life, where an abundance of food grows yet children starve, where the innocent are killed by hatred and war, where unarmed men … Continue reading Perfect mold
Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d see … Continue reading Sullen Faces
I am bitter. I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it. They killed the poet They killed the writer They killed the playwright and everything they could’ve written. They killed the actor They killed the model They killed the muse and everything they could’ve become. They killed the … Continue reading I let them die