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,