Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Engineer's Valentine poem

I was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of love

But now that your are here with me
My heart is overjoyed
You turn the square of my heart
Into a sinusoid

You load things from my memory
Onto my system's bus
My life was once assembly code
Now it's C++

I love the way you solder things
My circuits you can fix
The voltage across your diode is
much more than just point six

With your amps and resistors
You have built my integrator
I cannot survive without you
You are my function generator

You have charged my life, increased my gain
And made my maths discreet
And now I'll end my poem here
Control, Alt, and Delete

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Miles and miles I have walked
In absence of my parents'
To prove the best of the best son.
But by my slight mistake,
My reputation fell under ocean.
By the intuition of someone,
Yet, I’m prevailing in the world.

Months and years have passed.
But my heart not in peace,
Oh!! Always in hurricane, my mighty god.
Wanted to render your service
Days, weeks, months and years back from now,
Her with a adroit and exquisite character
Came into my life as a soul.
My tranquil heart became in motion.

Her like a tranquilizer in my suspicion,
Joined my heart to deceive...
With her unexpected elude manner,
I was compelled to quench tranquil heart.
Simple are the words and appearance,
But jeopardy is the inward nature.
Yet, causation is more than satisfaction.

Friday, March 5, 2010

I Don't Expect You Soon to Love Me

I don't expect you soon to love me,
Nor are my own feelings clear.
Passion is the ornate entrance
To a world we crave and fear.
We cannot know where this will take us,
Nor whether we will ride for long,
But pleasure is the overture
That flows into the larger song.

So come with me with open mind
And heart, and we the time will prove
With laughter and with joy unfettered,
And, perhaps, someday with love.

Silent love shy love

The word Love,
Love is something we all can enjoy,
It is something we all can share,
Only with that special someone,
Who we all care about.
But why are we scared of it?
I don't know why,
But if I wasn't,
I would tell you every time,
Rain or shine,
Every time we're apart I nearly cry,
Because this love inside of me is strong,
There are no boundaries that it can hide,
I want to scream it out,
But I'm too shy,
So I wait and watch wishing,
That I had the courage to tell you,
How much I feel inside.
This is to that special someone.
I Love You.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Bytes of Love in MY life

I always knew that love would come find me someday
but never did I know that it would be you who was headed my way
you caught me off guard and took me by surprise
but you simply captivated me, the same way you do when I look into your eyes

It's true that every good and perfect gift is from above
you were presented to me as a beautifully packaged gift full of humor, talent, intelligence, beauty and love
"it isn't finding the perfect person but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly"
we all have our flaws but when I view you through my eyes, perfection is all I see

From when you laugh to when you're upset, I still love the little things you do
especially hearing you laugh and seeing your nose wrinkle the same way mine does too
coming into this relationship has been hard at times but we've made it through
I know as long as we're on this journey together, there's nothing that we can't do.

Sometimes I wonder if what we have is too good to be true
too scared to get my heart broken and scared of the thought of losing you
but in the end, I trust in the author and perfecter of what I believe
because what we ask for in Him, we in return shall receive

"Where your treasure is, your heart will be also" is how the saying goes
I may not know what tomorrow may bring, for God is the only one who knows
the one thing I do know is that you are my one and only
a treasure in my heart that I want to devote my whole life to completely
I know I don't need to prove my feelings to know they're true
because what I've known in my past, doesn't come close to the experience I've shared with you
I've had the experience of being in relationships before
however, this is the first time I've been truly happy... I couldn't ask for anything more
it's an honor to know that I am yours, as you are mine
and I trust God that He'll bring us together in His beautiful time

For now, I'll be waiting patiently for that day when we'll be together
that precious moment in time when I'll say, "it's you that I want to be with forever"
God made everything beautiful, precious and new
just as beautiful and precious as the day will be, when I look into your eyes and say, "I Love You"

Saturday, January 30, 2010


When I was a little boy I used to dream about the lady of my life. I was sure she, my one, true soul mate, was out there somewhere. And I knew that when I met this wonderful woman of mine, she would sweep me off my feet and I would fall so hopelessly in love that my life would be absolutely perfect.And then I grew up.I cannot lie. I am, and always have been, a hopeless romantic. I love love. I am sure that I stayed in certain relationships longer than I should have simply because I loved loving, and feeling loved; I enjoyed the romance, and the sweet, spontaneous caring gestures. I loved being swooped up into his (whoever “she” happened to be) arms, and feeling fiercely protected and adored. After the collapse of each one of these relationships, I’m not totally sure I understood what went wrong – where I kept going wrong. Sure I knew that, whether I wasn’t good for her, or she wasn’t good for me, as a couple, we just didn’t work. And I understood that it was selfish of me to hold onto someone for the sake of security and a desire to feel loved, when that person was meant to find the man ,she was truly supposed to be with. The same went for me, too: With the end of each relationship of course I felt sad, but I also felt hopeful. It meant there was now an opening for the gal who was right for me to fill.Except, I didn’t know who she was. All I knew, from my childhood, was that I was seeking a chivalrous princess. A woman who was constantly doing thoughtful, romantic things, and making me feel desired and special. I was looking for the galin that Peter Cetera song, Glory of Love: “I am a man who will fight for your honor. I’ll be the hero that you’re looking for. We’re gonna live together, knowing forever that we did it all for the glory of love.”But what ended up happening instead is that I kept going back to old, unfitting relationships, or entering into unhealthy new ones. Neither circumstance, of course, brought me my gal.Then I did something revolutionary. I delved inward, and really attempted to get to know me. I studied me, asked myself tough questions, and then journaled the answers. I wanted to know why, when all I desired was to be treated so well by a loving, kind gal, I couldn’t break the pattern of going for the wrong (and I mean really wrong) women. When and why did it start? How could I end it? And here was the crazy part: I was relationship savvy. I could (and still can) dissect other people’s partnerships, really see and understand why one relationship might work, while another doesn’t. But when it came to attempting to understand my own faulty relationship dynamics, I was simply at a loss.I started studying my friends’ relationships. They all had such solid, healthy partnerships that I admired so much. Each one was with someone who brought out the best in them, who they actually liked as a person, and had fun with! I almost couldn’t imagine what it was like … almost.It was my friend, A. who really made me understand. “Relationships can be romantic, yes. But that’s not what they are all about. You have to work at them. There will be ebbs and flows. Sometimes you’ll feel as giddy and smitten as you did when you first met. And other times it will feel hard—like real work. That’s OK. Because if you genuinely like and love her. it will all come back to good. But you have to work at it.”I was aghast. How could love not be dizzying happiness, hearts and flowers all the time? What about the perfectly beauty gal in colourful gesture , I’d been dreaming about since childhood? The gal who would fight for my honor? The gal I’d spent a lifetime concocting in my head? I was simply supposed to quit searching? To me “romance” was just that – idealistic, lovely. But this sounded harsh and effortful. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it?As I started to learn when I met ........, and am still learning as we continue our friendship, it kind of is. Relationships aren’t always romantic. I was looking for perfect, but perfect just doesn’t exist. There are tough times to endure; relationships do require work. That’s the nature of the game—it’s what happens anytime you try to meld two independent lives together. The hopeless romantic in me still lives – though I’m not looking for grand, sweeping gestures, I do grow frustrated sometimes that ....doesn’t make as much of an effort as I’d like her to in the romance department. I know she’s trying, though. It doesn’t come as natural to her as it does to me, or others, and I understand that. When I talk to her about this, or other things that are bothering me, she listens and pledges to implement changes. I respect that—it’s a lot more then I got in my past string of rocky relationships. And that’s where the work falls into play. It isn’t all romance, one bold act of love after another, as I once so assuredly assumed, but it isn’t all labor either.Relationships seem to mirror life – with the difficult, comes the joyful – and I suppose, that’s exactly how they should be. A woman cannot make my life whole or perfect, anymore than I can make her. But we can make each other feel more complete, and happier. And, though I am sure my childhood self would feel wildly disappointed, I am alright with that.

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