Birds on net

Hanging out and gossiping, sitting on the net,
So many and so many people I met,
Full of pains and full of joy,
Life looks like a cyber toy, just a toy.

Molding, bending, fabricating, fascinating
Charming, alarming, assuring and reassuring,
Deep dips in the sea of past,
High flies and wide dreams of future
Balancing this net all of us in present!

Missing small pleasures and sticking with sorrows,
Finding happiness and letting go the horrors,
Struggle to strive for a better life,
Hanging out and gossiping, sitting on the net!

Word by word, sentence by sentence,
Creating a story, a dream home,
Does always this dream come true?
No one knows unless one falls in deep sleep.

Those winters were more memorable,
Which were spent with less resources!
Those springs were closer to heart
When we didn’t have camera to capture it

Mad race to an endless destination
Continues as long as our last breath is taken out
So articulate were the words when,
We had true heart in each letter of it!

Just hanging out and gossiping sitting on the net,
We all are the birds, one day we will fly
Away and far away from each other, so as
From the reality of our own lives.

Dharmender
16th Jan 07