Poetry: This is a Habit

 

 

                         This is a Habit

The continuity of messages,

The links for connecting minds,

And building relations.

These modern gadgets—

Are they empty, boisterous nodes?

Just a way of keeping busy,

When life itself is renamed "busy."

Every word and every moment

Becomes a part of nostalgia.

Fingers, merely typewriters,

Conveying remembrances

Until the message pops:

Refrain: it has become a habit.

Are thoughts not? Memories not?

A habit?

They are a way of life,

a continuity and  not  digital detox

Leading to vacancy,

Or to wholeness?

  - Pankaj Mala  Bhattacharya