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jeyel te chus be kounizon asaan, mey chakh che bad yaad yevan .. mey chakh che badd asal lagaan. jeyel te chus be che nich behet aasan, teyem waqt mey gas na kehen ti. az gav mey akh varey che meyelmethms, jeyel che mey seyth asan, bey chus badd kaush rozan, chey seyth asus be poore doh rozan te cheyen namuteyes seyth asus be rozan shaman. az te jeyel che mey su time yaad yivan, be chus watan teyeth timemas manz. jeyel te asak che meyen shoulderes peth head theveth asan, te jeyel te asak che meyen seenas peth shongan, shaman jeyel che te bey chatas peth ekwatey asan, mey aus basan ki bas weyen gachna mein kehen te bey. jeyel te chus be kunezan asan be chus yehi time yaad karan te mey chu basan ki che yekh veney te mey seth behakh te vanakh ... "chu chukh mey badd asal lagan" ... bey chus che badd miss karan ...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
The Programmers Life ....
I start day by sitting on a chair,
giving my screen a cold, hard stare,
Thinking a bit, typing a bit, and repeat for hours on end,
by evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.
Once, I enter the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn't all that rosy,
but writing codes is my passion,
like building machines with a new fashion.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
have taken the power of my eyesight,
Working holidays, busy weekends,
no time for family, no time for friends,
my job steals most of my time,
helplessly, I watch this crime.
Just like variables go off memory,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out - having fun,
I'm telling this box, what's to be done.
I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I have always cherished to be this way,
Its my dream, and i love to code,
so to thee I pray,
if there be one - show me the way.
giving my screen a cold, hard stare,
Thinking a bit, typing a bit, and repeat for hours on end,
by evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.
Once, I enter the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn't all that rosy,
but writing codes is my passion,
like building machines with a new fashion.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
have taken the power of my eyesight,
Working holidays, busy weekends,
no time for family, no time for friends,
my job steals most of my time,
helplessly, I watch this crime.
Just like variables go off memory,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out - having fun,
I'm telling this box, what's to be done.
I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I have always cherished to be this way,
Its my dream, and i love to code,
so to thee I pray,
if there be one - show me the way.
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