Beyond these mountains,
A river flows. Stories of
Which I have heard many!
I could either view her image
Or feel her myself. There:
I stood for a while trying
To figure out the difference!
She was known to very few,
In the past, those that dared!
To climb over their fear.
Now Pet rats helped masters
To see her. As the height of
The mountains that protected,
Were reduced to a few clicks!
I was bent on walking beside,
Her all through the day and night!
But the real journey had lots of:
Twists and turns as the needle,
Moved from pole to pole, but the
Strength with which it attracted
Was on a steady hike with time!
I was shocked to see her strangle as
She was tangled in silk made by,
Spiders that often did crawl past
Making her susceptible to baits!
Of those who just need a bath.
As they were tired of holding
The rod, waiting with at most care!
All those who liked her:
Ripples, never knew the ,
Pressure that rose with
Depth. I could feel it only
When I swam to touch the,
Bottom where currents were
More than silly comments!
I was inspired to write this poem while travelling while returning home from my college. As usual the train was packed with many NITCians. Seats converge to common table from both directions in Janshatabdi. Thus there I sat face to face with some people who were my friends in another universe known as Facebook. But in reality they don’t know who/what I am. Thoughts drifted off to other dimensions of anomalies of these parallel universes existing without exchange of even gravitons.
If you couldn’t understand the poem read on again as a comparison of actual, real life relationships and the ones that are created and maintained online.
VOL: VineethOffLine 