Girl

She reads bits and bytes like Latin-English alphabets. She deals with IP addresses like elementary school mathematics. She brushes her teeth with 7 layers of OSI. And, combs her hair with broken passwords of her neighbors’ WiFi. Workstation in one hand, GPS in her locket, Not forgetting the rooted droid in her pocket, She doesn’t need to drink n’ smoke to get her daily fix, Work is her alcohol, she’s a workaholic. ...

Needed the tears to make me stronger, A little bump on head to make it clearer, I am not a structure of mortar and iron, I am not sissy if I cry, I am just human. A girl. With flesh, bones and emotions, I also get hurt like every other person. Blessed are those who can cry & move on, Some unfortunate ones don’t even have tears to befriend. So, I will cry, I will wail. But that’s just about it. Come hell or high water, I. Will. Not. Quit. ...