Winter is coming (Poem)

Hazy days n' smokey mornings
Calling for a change of wearings
Sleepy heads and lurch slow pace
But clock ticks at a constant phase
Eyes feel blurry and mentally fuzzy
But hey, it's time to get a little busy

Coffee And Code (Poem)

The code compiles,

And the coffee gets cold;

Semicolons were corrected,

But save me some scold!

Function returns zero,

Feels like a super hero

The Blind Rat (Poem)

In the midst of odd talks

By the people of late walks,

Lies a series of thoughts;

Seldom heard, and seldom felt

Though experienced and often dealt;

In the kingdom of reality,

Introvert (Poem)

In a world that demands faster thoughts,

I keep getting lost in depth of words;

Fighting through days, adoring nights,

Lesser and better of others insights;

Sunday Morning (Poem)

A Sunday morning

Left me wondering,

Wet streets, lush green trees

Oh it must be showering!

A cup of red tea,