So where were we?
Nowhere, to begin with.
We were not face-to-face
Chatting with each other
So we could hold it a tad longer
Or end it a tad sooner…
Depending on the twitch of your eye
Or a cursory glance away
the one that showed disinterest
Or shyness, perhaps.
We were not on phone
Listening to the cracks in our voices
And the spaces in between
The ones we could hang on to
Like the old receivers with
Entangled cords that we
Circled around our fingers
As we smiled. Or waited. Or both.
Where were we then?
Just in a space floating in
This wireless Internet world…
Where words are left hanging
And so are feelings.
Where conversations begin
With a hope but end in ellipses…
We can of course pick it up again
The next time we are online
And that is the beauty of this world
There is always a point of return
That floating space in the network
where we both can hide and appear
Red turning to green
And ellipses turning to hope again…
P.S For all the conversations on Whatsapp, Messenger and all the myriad apps that were left hanging in the middle…