At the mesaage beep

A memory pops up

And the fingers move


To get in touch

No, the message was not

From the one to whom I write

But that says so much

Of where the thoughts


And the heart skips a beat

Like a teenaged love

As a curve dangles and dance

Moving the lips to call-

Your name!

The screen seen by none

And the screen yet so wide

Oh! Its is me on the screen

So Leisurely I lay,

Watching the movie play!

Some memories, few dreams,

Dash of imaginary frills

Placed high-on cloud nine

A small world of mine

Wonder-I call so

And while no one ever saw

There I lived to my tunes

Till the day i opened

Dont know why and how to you

A tiny window…….

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