The Tree


Between the cross of different lives,
Planted a tree that sheltered them rich.
Roots were firmed to all the smiles
That gathered in pond within its reach

The fruit it bore fed each of them,
And plenty more who came along
Listening to wind, playing the game
That tagged them more ever so strong

At times advised to heed the needs
May ignore the golden fruit that fell
All the while knowing the seeds
Were enough to feed them all too well.

Long is lost those ways to bond
That tied too well yet felt so free
Thirsts were met from a single pond
Gathered to nurture the perfect tree

The pond now spills over with tears
The roots too weak to nourish the fruit
The whispers of the breeze appears
Like a sorrowed song from a broken flute

The lives that fed the tree so small,
Have walked away to plant anew,
Nevertheless the tree stands tall,
The path that left is still in view
Watching the path on winter or fall
Hoping if it would return at all

I found you


My senses numbly trying to feel
the gist of touch or vision it be
for years and years in dark until
Your warm whispers called to me

Through your eyes and tender skin
The warmth was felt and visions clear
I feel the sting, I see within
Crystal joy or of saddened tears

Your smoothing heart when I have none
Faded the crafted scars in mine
Perhaps they shall never be gone
But neither shall it be added in time

Entitled for and trust assured
Faith of blue with red of chest
Let go of walls yet still secured
The fragile egg cuddled in nest

Constant


Nothing has changed or ever will.
The circle will quietly hide its edge.
Rivers will cry and no one will still
see that gleam in the eyes of rage

Beliefs have changed from a God to star
Ignorant remains the full bright sun
And shall glide as it has. Nothing so far
has changed its course or pace to run

Turn the stones that makes the wall.
Break the way things has been done.
Or just stay quiet but either call
will dig up a pit for you to burn

Cry out the past or plan to start
But same remains a stubborn heart

Marathon of a Struggling life


A pinch in the rib to breath some air
while running this path led by fear
of losing the pace to reach an end
That hides behind the turns and bends.

Every beat of heart throbes the chest
expecting that goal, that point of rest
and ease, that comfort, that ease of pain
to feet thats dying to walk again.

At times I meet the passing birds
chirping the same old ugly words.
But run I must, ignoring the fumes
blown by such cheers of unworthy tunes,

“Never give up, chirp! keep up the run!”
Well you’ve got wings buddy, I’ve got none!

I Shall Write


If I tell you I don’t miss you, it would be a lie.
If I tell you I miss you, it would be a crime.
So I shall tell you nothing at all.

If I seek a glimpse of you, the more I’d want to see.
If I seek to see you more, its glimpse that I would see.
So I shall seek nothing at all. 

If I hold a smile, its only lips and not the heart.
If I hold a tear, its all heart and not the eyes.
So I shall hold nothing at all.

If I try to fall asleep, I’m lost in dreams of happy lies.
If I try to stay awake, I’m bound in endless sorrowed truth.
So I shall try nothing at all.

If I yell my misery out, the ears would hear something else.
If I yell nothing at all, the impaired heart would implode in.
So….. I shall write.

My Move


I have moved on too many times
and yet this time has come again.
What this brings will clear the ice
While keeping sanity within the pain.

The knowledge piles up but unused
Still deeper the hole is dug to truth
And yes falls, every time amused
In being a fool to trust the foot

Thus I have decided to finally move
Without throwing a single step
All I would trust is time to prove
If this will keep the falls in debt

I shall finally fall only to death
This is the move I’ve decided to take

Degrading Coders


Degrading Quality

I’ve stayed silent for too long. Well I’m going to share something which I think is a concerning bit of whats going on these days.

I am not talking to the coders who’re all fluent now with the codes they want to play with. This mainly concerns the ongoing, and upcoming coders who are learning…and mainly blaming the master coders.

My attack angle: the frameworks that has come along all these years. Of course it has made the coders (for now I’m taking about the web coders) very convenient and easy, plus time efficient tools to get their works done with. Have you ever thought what its really doing to the other coders?

  1. First thing, its making you learn and memorise new “keywords” of its own with it’s own attributes and rules to use it with. Its as good as learning a new code!!
  2. Secondly, its making you forget the native language of code you should be familiar with. Yeah I’ve guessed you’d probably say, “We do learn it as our basics ( in a training/course)”. Shut up! You’ll forget it in within 3 months trying to learn all the new keywords of the frameworks which basically does the same thing. Yes stable and much more secure and easy. Then whats the point of being a coder/programmer if you don’t find the beauty in complexity?
  3. Third. Have you heard of the phrase “The rich gets richer, and the poor gets poorer”? Basically happening in the real world but guess what? Its turning out to be the same for the coders as well. The one who is all flexible and expert with the tight smiley spread over the cheeks are making the frameworks. They know exactly how things are working and are gods! For the learners, they’ve created more things to memorize. And not learning them is not an option either. Some organisations requires the employee they hire to know them.

For the coders to be independent, flexible, innovative, I feel its must for them to know the core native codes and that is all. If ease is required, they can make frameworks themselves. Can’t they? Now they can’t thanks to the frameworks that are published. And because it is published, the coders now are getting lazier, more framework dependent and non-hard workers…. knowing only little of the native codes.

I am NOT happy with the things that are happening. Are you?