Inside Out

Notes on seeking wisdom and crafting software


Did I even see? May be not.
I was blinded by the brilliance.
Or lost in the mystic darkness.

Did I hear that? May be not.
I was deafened by own thoughts.
Or lost in the melodious silence.

Did I feel it? May be not.
I was numbed by the coldness of a heart.
Or lost like the lone traveler in the desert.

Did I ever understand it? May be not.
I was cast aside by the consciousness.
Or lost in the deceptive acts of a conjurer.

Don’t mind my words, my attempts..
A poem that is beyond comprehension,
With what belief can I ever reason?