Category: IT

Sunlit market stirs,
Spices dance on village air,
Laughter blends with light.

Repeating numbers, mirrored grace, Eleven-eleven, a mirrored face.

Is it a warning, a whispered plea? Or just a trick of memory?

01:11 01:11 01:11 0:11 0:11 0:11 0:11 0:11

We seek the message, the hidden thread, In mirrored digits, what is said?

A glimpse of future, a life defined?

Or just the patterns of the human mind?

In midnight’s hush, when shadows hold their sway, The world sleeps soundly, while my thoughts give way To realms of wisdom, bathed in silvered light, A carpe noctem, fueled by intellect’s might.

The air is crisp, a canvas dark and deep, Where constellations in their courses sweep. A single cigarette, a ember’s gentle glow, Companionship in this nocturnal flow.

So let the hours tick by, unseen, unheard, While knowledge blossoms, every precious word.