Now there aren’t even wires that hum
The vibrant air carries the vocalised thoughts
Suggested laughter and reflected wishes
Long distance floats crystalline mirages
Vanishing with rational grounded strikes
Everything rhymes in the time beat of keyboard types
Even the unuttered thoughts are not misdoubted
The quiet moments too are misted and clouded
The yearning and missing closeness Conveyed through lighthearted proses
Daily reads , innumerable tunes or the routine codes
Regularly on our blank screens explodes
The percieved and virtual all invade
Maybe the parallel universe of the Internet
Weave the actual truth of life brocade.