Searching for light...

Lost in the darkness,
I am searching for light;
Walking in quest of
Something that is bright.

Little seems the scope,
For me to get back,
Times have gone by,
In the quest for things I lack.

It has been quite some weeks,
Since I am moving on and on;
But I don’t seem to get,
The right path to move along.

Struggling and fighting hard
Trying to further grow,
Searching for the light of hope,
Or just its faint glow…

Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

Title – Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

A depressing poem which metaphors pain in career with that of pain of a shoe!!!


Thought these are called the Programmer's boot
As they program their world however they choose.
Yes, the guys say they look good on me
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

It’s a heavy pair and rough from inside
The laces keep on tightening, nails from the sides
Force me to walk for bigger career virtues
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

If the soul is the sole, then it’s all worn out
Somehow I can just type, but I can never shout.
I maybe technically strong, unable to refuse
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!