When I started software development , like every other newbie I made a lot of mistakes and wasted a lot of time , I used to thought scenarios which can happen in worst condition, and I always wanted to prevent them first , rather than creating the things which are…

The new normal everyday feeling “I am sure it will be completed by today evening, and then I will send you back the revised file, Kim” I hang up the call, take a long breath like a sigh, finish the last sip of coffee, and fall back to my bed. …

A poem dedicated to all my drafts — A truth, better untold. A fuel, better not burn. A lover, better without love. A hater, better without hate. A bet, better lost. A war, better opposed. A business, better undone. A life, better unlived. A story, better untitled. A decision, better without achieved. A News, better not reached. A message, better not delivered. A duty, better forgotten. A pain, better neglected. A calm, better not realized. A friend, better not revived.

A blog for a 5-month-old friend. First thing you should know before learning language, signs or voices. Even before thinking to survive or live, in a world about whom you don’t know anything yet. It is not hard to learn this thing, it is not a trick, neither do these…

A poetic winter description — The shivering and cold winds, frozen windows and colourful sweaters, and then your visit in my mind and singing old love letters. These winters are so blue rather than white, it is silence everywhere and, dead voices sounding so bright. The comfy that my body feels in my warm bed. just as much restless I feel in my cold heart. With every sip of coffee, I remember every love I lost.

Inspiration from babies to live a life — The stillness on a baby’s face, when they are sleeping, feels like a lifemanship, which I crave for eternity. They cry wholesome when they are lonely, I want to cry like the same without my beloved. They laugh for no reason, I want to live and laugh the same. I will teach them all the lessons to live life as I do, but I want to live as they live.

The questions which google can not answer. — I want to write a poem about it, but I know I will not found a rhyme or voice for it. So, I am just writing this article to scribe these thoughts here. My existence and temporary life Whenever I try to find some excuse to not do anything, the first most thing that comes…

Colors of my life without you — My heart bleed black, that’s all I have. I cry out golden tears, that’s all I can. I think blue all the time, colorless thoughts and tasteless rhymes, only punishment, not the crimes. Now only our memories have colors, everything else is fade. there is no rainbow any more, Only dark clouds and their shades.

He will come and sing you also his boring poetry — He was not rhyming at first,neither making any sense, I felt I am wasting my time,their is no suspense. He talked many solution but did’t told “what is the problem”, he told me the events but not their pattern. It was so boring , so I went sleep even while…