An IT architect by profession, and makes a living by writing complex programs on machines from dark ages called Mainframe legacy systems; Sana, When she is not coding, likes to read, write poetry, cook and travel.Travelling has become her more recent passions and is likely to continue for a long time, as the sight of hills, serenity of lakes and plain natural beauty brings out the poet in her.And sometimes, (just some very rare times), whilst writing code, working with black and white Mainframe screens, she gets inspiration to delve into her more artistic side.Even as usually she finds it extremely hard to give titles to her poems, on HighOnPoems she attempts to christen them with something meaningful. Readers may disagree :-) (but suggestions are welcome).
There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts
The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding
The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy