Two lives

Craving to write a simple “love” or “mirage”
in a piece of code.
Typing out of desire
then deleting out of necessity
“aroma” or “drizzle” or “rainbows”.
In an infinite maze of “if’s” and “else’s”
I stand broken, my emotions wrecked.

Poetry lost in logical dilemmas
stories buried in broken thoughts
characters strangled to meet deadlines
plots caught in the catastrophes of demands
Here I am a lost writer
Writing programs for a living.

The same 26 letters of English alphabet,
plus some numbers and symbols –
the narrow strait connecting
my two lives.

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