Writing a program
is just like
following your dream

You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.

You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.

Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite    
and restart all over again .

But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .

On the barren lands
One lonely rose standing
just about to die

Tonight ,
Moon shines bright ,
Guides with its light ,
everyone lost.

I doubt each one's intention
This is a selfish world
The goodness last for seconds
No one is here with a clean conscience
Who knows whats hiding behind a smile  
Everyone out are there to end their own thirst
For their benefits , not afraid to show their worst
No stranger are your friends ,
they'll go away to find the next trend
leave you alone to stand
Don't not doubt
the things you don't know about
There's no shame to be sceptical
It is better than being gullible

She wishes him the best
says her Goodbye
with a warm embrace
but he replies her back
with a nod
and goes away
She waits for him to come back  
Many messages everyday
of his day , stay and others
with few to no replies
Hopeful less every next day
messages too decreased later
one and then none
He came after few months , changed
tried to locate her
but never found her again ever

It was a mid summer night,
when it happened.
With His goofy smile and my red kebaya.
   I'm so clumsy, said I
   I'll show you, I hate dancing but we should do this, said He.
It was the moment I knew that he was a good dancer while in his embrace.

It was a mid-summer day
when I learned about him.
He loves poetry, hates to talk in public, and studies political science.
    What are the odds, I found you in the middle of these people, said I
    We were a thousand miles away, but we're here now, said He
It was the moment that I found someone who look at the world exactly like I do.

It was a mid-summer day,
in a museum full of fragile.
He talked about his love of aircraft, like a kid describing a candy factory. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
   Come on, walk with me, and I'll show you the universe, said He
It was the moment when our lips locked.

It was the last morning of mid-summer,
He with his sleepy gaze with two plates of waffles in his hands,
and I'm ready to leave.
   I hope to see you again soon, said I
   You're the most wonderful person I've ever bumped into, said He
and at that moment, I knew He'll always be my favorite summer fling.