Quilting the Poems

Thief of Technology

Thief of Technology

It sneaks stealthily,
slowly shrinking our lives.
The woods, the walks--
all dwindle to four walls of room.
The whoop of laughter
turns into LOL,
and the blush of letters
wanes into SMS.

It steals the joy of a lazy day,
altering everything around.
The green of leaves is no more seen,
as its addiction seeps through.
A TV series, a mail, a message--
a wait which never ends.
Few more minutes is our
standard answer.

It kicks the nights with its shouts--
Ring of call, ding of message,
and magnetism of music
suppress the sanctity of silence
and dims the draw of dreams.
Few more minutes is our
answer as our eyes droop.

It comes with a promise
to bring closer to long lost friends,
whilst it shreds and spreads
our pieces all around.