Touch Screen

We used to click without clicks We embraced and bumped fists We killed time on the side walk We saw each other just to talk We used to ink passages We used to sniff paper carrying messages We used to wrap love letters in envelopes We used to post them with trust and hope We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation We used to walk to each other or phone We now login, time out and we are gone Our words get synchronised into digits Our emotions picturised into emojis Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness Our connectedness inspired by our biases We are on different ends of a line We are lusting for someone alike We are slowly losing a grip of our minds As we feed on prejudices and likes Something about us has faded away into cyberspace Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire How much of us can we channel from within If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen