Poem – I’m Everywhere

I wake to brand new day,

to the sound of calls,

calls by birds so free.

The sun bright white,

the sky baby blue,

the air so fresh,

it makes me happy.


I walk, talk, listen, and see,

absorbing things like a sponge.

A simple sight, a novelty,

inspiration awash.

I create to share an idea,

a thought, to inspire,

to make you happy.


A feeling, a desire, a goal,

I listen and move, because

It’s all about learning.

I’m not an expert,

I’m everywhere and nowhere.

People judge because they are insecure,

but I’m proud of who I am,

for I am unique.

Poem – Developer Life

This attempt of creating poem about being a software developer will replace my journal for today.

Comes the night,
out goes finger,
a press of button.
A beep,
turns of blades,
room turned as cool as arctic.
You dropped dead on bed,
wishing it’s fact.

Night’s dead,
killed by the sun.
Wake up son,
Went the alarm.
Up he rises,
off the bed he rolls,
gave the alarm the blows.

walked out a zombie,
looking for his breakfast,
made it instant fast.
Sat down,
have it slow,
thinking about woe.
Dropped into the hole.

Off to work,
dealing with droves of people,
all of whom squeezers.
Off the train,
to the coffee shop,
out with coffee in hand.

Down by the desk,
faced wall of text,
requiring fingers full of dex,
to churn out more text.
You think you are mack,
give you the smack,
now you feel like crap.

Squash squash,
death to them ,
never seem to end.
You try again,
hope to gain,
some confidence but never quite back.

Time disappear,
sun gone for the day,
no yay.
Home you go,
back to the start you go,

Poem – Growing Up

A spark beginning of life.

Nine laborious months later,

Eyes opened

Seeing world for first time,

breathed unfiltered air.

The first cry telling the world

he exists.


With years past,

tiny human to big human.

First quadrupedal then bipedal

with beginner fumble,

black and blue everywhere,

yet never stopping.


Roaming about brain sponge-like.

Opinions and facts,

some prejudice-tinted

some societal constraints,

perspectives shaped.

Birth of thoughts

how the world should be,

individuality arose.


A series of chemical reaction,

a whole world of embarrassment

Blemished skins

Black curly keratin sprouting,

Pitchy voices bringing laughters,

Uncontrolled wild ideas

rampaging through the mind,

random construction of tents,

face red like tomatoes.


Clothes no longer fit,

styles constantly changing.

Constantly seeking, fitting.

When will it end?

Asked no further,

for it to stop abrupt.

Now no longer a child,

forever responsible for all things,

until your foot is in a box,

six feet under.