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October 1, 2010

Reminder

Filed under: Musing — Asmita @ 4:35 am
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I wonder

If my phone forgets

That it does not possess me

Or

That I forget

I own the phone

For

My phone quietly smirks

At its ability to chase away my peace

For

My phone commands me constantly

With that chaotic ringing

For

I have no choice

But to surrender to its wishes

For

I have started to exist

Through my phone number

So

Before my phone forgets

That it does not possess me

And

Before I forget

I own the phone,

I switch it off.

5 Comments »

  1. You speak of me and others ….I really liked this one….nice expression of the true feelings… 🙂

    Comment by Sweta Baniya — October 8, 2010 @ 2:29 am | Reply

  2. Nice One Dear!
    I really liked the way you wrote this poem( the subject is quite unique, I must say)and the lines are very captivating in the sense you are creating a ‘story-telling’ out of a mobile phone( about which you would have least expected otherwise.

    As the poem came to the end, I realised, how much I want to get a need to buy a new phone( hope all the dakshina put together would be enough to get me one), as the current one fails to ring loud enough, whenevr calls are made to my number. Ah, a phone!

    BTW I tried to call you the other day, and your phone was switched off. I think I know why, now!

    Comment by Sumati — October 8, 2010 @ 4:06 am | Reply

  3. Good One. Keep Up.
    🙂

    Comment by aniX — October 10, 2010 @ 6:18 pm | Reply


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