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CodeSutra – The Art of Coding Love

Posted in poet in me on March 9, 2009 by dayavincicode

I can not help myself from riding back home

to see her and to smell her skin,

stars are gleaming and the moon is full

in the pleasant breeze we commit that beautiful sin

when I touch her low abut , with my finger,

she blooms like a flower and turns red

on my lap she sits with her face facing mine

otherwise she lazily looses it on the bed

The boot loader runs as she prepares for the feast

and presents me with choice of smuttiness

Linux is the most pleasurable mode

as it gets longer to satisfy her steaminess

I tardily unbutton her top, as I open up the terminal

and this is when we game our foreplay

I navigate deeper in to the folders

undressing her piece by piece before actually set to sway

As I go about keying her with the code

she cuddles on to my arms as if she will never let me go

sometimes I stop to rethink the logic

she says better be fast or to sleep mode I shall croak

she is so proud of her sexuality, she never ceases to trick me

zesty errors she throws, they simply make me say “I am so dim”

I repeat some of those positions to make those errors fly

she finally compiles,  smiles at me and says “I am done”.

Well this is as much sexier as it could get when I sit with my Laptop trying out some programs. The message is “Geeks have a life too”.


I See You

Posted in poet in me on February 15, 2009 by dayavincicode

Hey everyone it’s been quite a sometime since my last post. The new firm I have signed up with kept me a bit busy for blogging.

I was kinda thinking, all of my so called “Poems” carried a negative notion. like leaving college,missing friends,running away from one’s own dream company.For a change I thought I should writing something about the brighter side of life. You know something that will make us feel lite and feel good sort of a post.

So here goes another rhyme titled “I See You”

I hope to defy impossibility through this bit of carving
for just words wont describe your endowment of charming

you are that sprite, you used to prank me in my dreams
I woke up cursing the sun, you belong to his own realms

deity created you , he needs to take a bow
I marvel looking at you if you are really sent from above

I celebrate that day, that day I see you around my den
benignant is your presence, my den turned in to a heaven

At the times when I miss you , I close my eyes to see you in my mind
your smile flashes such a brilliance it’s ironical that it still leaves me blind

I wish to borrow a part of your asset that very thing they call affection
blessed you are with such an present, bearing it like mother of conviction

As I start penning down the ending line
I wish to recount on a dear of mine
This rhyme that you have just read through,
is dedicated to my good old buddy, baby Shru 🙂

This is first ever feel good thing I have penned down , talking of “feel good”, the only thing that comes in to my mind is the song “Subah Subah” from the movie “I See You”. I guess now you will figure why this post is named so.

“A BIT of my life”

Posted in poet in me on August 30, 2008 by dayavincicode

The day I had been longing for,

It was 25th of October 2004

Wittingly looking around as aliens pass by

The place I was headed, rested until, a sly

Overwhelmed I was, I wore my best attire

Hoping the aliens will not get a chance to pass a satire

I watched my step as it touched inside of the portal

Through the gateway, which bored glorious and immortal.

Placed I was, to drive a vehicle with out a steer

That is what we do to become an engineer.

The mundane set in, away got my fear

Aliens transformed to whom I call “oh dear”

Busses sped around calling me on board

I had pleasure of my life holding on to the footboard

I gazed and gazed sampling my fate on the picks

Bus stop was the place where I hounded for chicks

Tests and assignments popped once in a while

Overseen too carefully to cheat and not to get on trial.

KJC, my lavish lounge where I dallied the cricket match,

Saturdays were the best, with home movies to watch.

Sprouted a local club, keyed as B-gang

Fabled it is now, as a song that we all sang.

I assayed my way through the GATE and to bell the CAT

Thanks to my aptitude, my back could not get a pat.

Cool was our corner, our bugles resounded high above the rock

Treks we set out, sipping out of an ace bottle of coke.

What was meant to be four years of education,

Appears to me as four days of vacation.

Nostalgic I am turning back the pages,

Can solely smile reading this chapter called “A BIT of my life”.


Posted in poet in me on August 17, 2008 by dayavincicode

I better recede from those memories.

Those brawls and dustups, thinking of which I feel a blaze in my heart.

Moments, which are long gone. I rebuke at very thought of it, I hope they are not really gone.

It was a perfect morning then, all merry and gay,

With fellow mates around there was nothing to worry, just play

Then came a day when each had to part, to what it seemed like a true destiny, solely bemused of making a roaring career.

We sure do meet new souls and make new acquaintances,

But I do not see a point in trying, if I have to leave them.

The ones who love me and the ones, who don’t, show the same Colour

When it is all set to go.

The destiny seems blurred and there is no one to stand by, still I need to walk along, for I am mentored to devolve the past and give it a try.

I hope to resolve this disarray; I have no choice, I must say good-bye and smile at the new world, which offers me chance.

It has flown out of my heart a song in agony.Its killing to live without friends.I am a survivor.