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.
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 |
Thank you
Comment by Asmita — October 8, 2010 @ 6:32 am |
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 |
cheers!!!
Comment by Asmita — October 8, 2010 @ 6:32 am |
Good One. Keep Up.
🙂
Comment by aniX — October 10, 2010 @ 6:18 pm |