A For Alpha









A for Alpha, B for Bravo
Here’s┬ámy song of binary sorrow.

C for Charlie, D for Delta
My good computer starts to falter.

E for Echo, F for Foxtrot
I’ve already tried the force restart.

G for Golf, H for Hotel
It’s time to ring the IT bell.

I for India, J for Juliet
The sweet IT girl starts a ticket.

K for Kilo, L for Lima
Get ready for some digital drama.

M for Mike, N for November
How do I pass this test of temper?

O for Oscar, P for Papa
I’m so tired of this software saga.

Q for Quebec, R for Romeo
The IT girl is busy in her cameo.

S for Sierra, T for Tango
Seems like a game of phonetic bingo!

U for Uniform, V for Victory
The crash reason is still a mystery!

W for Whiskey, X for X-Ray
Finally it starts; I’m saved for today!

Y for Yankee, Z for Zulu
And so bye bye, lot of work to do.

But this hour, my nose runs!

It’s now time for winters,
Here’s a problem that enters;
The same old ultimate fate,
In a way, an unbelievable feat!
But this hour, my nose needs some heat!

Look on! This is my fizzy nose,
Better refer it to a leaky hose;
It isn’t a nose, a helly hill I suppose;
You may even think of a punctured ball, of course!
But this hour, I need to sneeze with force!

These tunnels keep on leaking,
The yellow river has now started flooding;
The whole street is slyly floating,
Go see for yourself, I ain’t kidding!
But this hour, my nose needs a ton of padding!

The folks are likely to get my beak plucked,
Or else, have these canals tightly blocked;
After all this, I know I will be forever mocked,
Don’t look at me now! Go get something to be stuffed!
But this hour, my  nose needs to be somehow stopped!

Isn’t there anybody here?
I beg you, save me from sinking in this yellow mire;
Boil my nose in the blazing air,
Pry it, dry it and fry it, I can no more bear!
But this hour, get this juice sucked by a thirsty vampire.

Every effort has now been tried hard,
My nose still runs, no one to guard;
It’s the one thing I wish I never had,
I just hate my nose; It makes me too sad;
But this hour I ask, Am I born to sneeze dear God?!




I’m a house made of long mirrored walls,

Broken pieces live inside my endless halls.


I’m a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors,

I’m a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos.


Sometimes, I’m just a toy in a child’s hand,

To the philosopher, I’m a window to the human mind.


If you are truly lost in randomness and yearn for hope,

Come look inside me; My name is Kaleidoscope.