Loops, Functions, scanf, printf,
Printed "F" in the code of life.
Semicolon—rare in English prose—
Breaks the line,
Breaks the life,
And sometimes
Breaks the programs, though.

Each break takes hours to debug,
Chasing phantoms to squash the bug.
Enemies unseen, so small, yet sly—
One by one, my patience dies.

One program, infinite logic,
A single thought with paths symbolic.
Analogies stitched in endless loops,
Compiled with errors—jump through hoops!

******* it—another round.
Fixed the line, the fix profound.
"Program compiled: no errors found."
Happy smile, my mind crowned.

But an output, strange and new—
The code betrays me. What to do?
Smile erased, my joy unwound,
Hands on laptop, laptop on ground...

When expectance change to acceptance, life becomes calm and soothing.

Awful times, to-do list overflows, yet nothing feels worth doing.

Life—
a reality you can't escape,
Thoughts collide, words hesitate.
Want to say something, different thoughts in mind.
Forced to say something, not everything goes right.
The moon looks beautiful every night,
The dawn sun seems stunning sight,
Midnight stars, midnight night,
Dark sky with dim lights,
The nature makes the heart bright.

What should I say?
What should I not?
****, too much to think of,
It's better not to talk..

Is it lonely to have only you and your pen together,
or,
Is it a beautiful time to have your pen together with you,
at the end of the day?

Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.