Just a little something

Let me write a little something
For old time's sake:a couple of
words, lines, a few mistakes.


It is noon and my mind says,
Listen, it is not the time for poetry
Or any of your ridiculous ideas.


But then the heart insists and
I must sin again, here on this
e-space which neither looks


nor feels like paper. For once
I am composing straight instead
of bothering with books and paper,


the creed of ball pens and HB pencils.
Goodbye to those tools of the past!
Now i am modern and i can feel


the e-heat in me. How many likes
will i get, i wonder, how many will
tweet about me, my words?


How many netizens will let these
words float through their eyes
before their brains wander off


into another dream? The statistics daunt
me, i write for my audience
but no one cheers. But then,


we poets live and die in silence,
though not the silence of the lambs
but the sharp silence of protest.


Maybe i should stop, methinks

i have written too much crap.
Goodbye dear keyboard, for a while.