Poem – Internet Friend

Young, that we were,
innocent, that we were,
and different lives, we lived.
The common thread binding us,
the Internet.

Internet, a vast digital network,
connects all of us, like vessels
in our bodies.
Data, like bloods cells,
carries life giving knowledge.

Using data as our servants,
transmit our thoughts
and individuality.
Each other we find,
forming thread within thread.

Day by day,
thread became rope,
rope became chains.
Chains became gravity,
We fell in love,
with each other.

Poem – Off

I flipped the switch, lights off.
Out on the street, I see someone ugly,
I turned off, into a dark alleyway
where the lights are off.

I strolled along and felt off. A punch,
a kick, I’m down. People run off
with my things, only to be put off
by red and blue lights.

The attack, I shrugged off.
I made it home, my clothes came off.
In the shower, dirt and blood came off.
My love join me in the showers,
made me go off, then the lights went off.

Again.

It’s definitely my off day.

Poem – Blank

It’s white as flour with a blinking bar
staring at you waiting for the first command.
You return the favor by staring back,
eyes squinting like bird looking for food,
fingers hovering above the buttons waiting.

Tick tock, tick tock, the hands move
signaling time flows like a river,
oblivious to obstacles in its path.
Tension rises with sweat dripping,
like you have just ran a marathon,
blood boiling like lava waiting to burst.

Still nothing, canvas remain white as flour.
Over the edge you went, screaming as the ground
rushes to embrace like a long lost child.
The world is now dark like black hole,
you feel nothing because you are as blank
as that white canvas.

Poem – Crushes

I see you hanging by the corner,
with your friends, laughing away.
Those pearly white teeth shine
brightly in the afternoon sun.

That cute face,
those pretty brown eyes,
sent shivers down my spine,
makes my heart jump.

Day by day I watched from afar,
feeling joy every time I see you,
hear you laugh and talk.
Yet I know it’s never meant to be.

Society won’t accept it,
parents won’t accept it,
I can’t accept it.
I’m not ready to go further.

With a heavy heart,
I let you go from my mind,
trying hard forgetting those
feelings I had with each passing day.

Poem – Dejected

Lightbulbs light
In my head, excited
By sharing prospect.
Sharing is life,
Is care, is learning.
When you share, less
depressed you become.

Mouth open, words out,
Spoken and written.
Responses received.
Returned words turned
knives, They stab,
they slash, slip on
Blood everywhere.

Dejected. Once.

More output, more content
To share. So many more
to come, excited by
prospect. Then a quick view
Of graphs, charts, tables.

I see the numbers,
They don’t enter puberty.
Changes nobody sees because
Nobody clicks, nobody reads.
What have I done wrong?
Thoughts run wild,
Became knives.

They stab, they slash,
It all hurts. They say
sharing is life, is care,
is learning. Yet exsanguinated
Is all I am.

Dejected. Twice.

Knows self, knows direction,
Wants change. Told others,
People on the throne,
Of change desired. Quick
AcKnowledgement, life goes
On. Time flies with no
recall. No change, things
stayed the same.

Why? Ask self. Did I
Do wrong again? They say
Speaking up is good for
Quality of life. Yet
What’s this? Ignored. No
change.

Dejected. Thrice.

Conclusion simple,
Life is dejection
And about rejection.
Deject life.