In this maze called cyberspace
We have learnt to live in the cloud
Wave through the trusted Messenger
Whenever we need to seek out

Where our feelings are expressed
Through icons, all standardised
Happy, angry, upset or just cool
Every nuance commodified

The craze for likes against each post
An intoxicant for the cyber age
Paucity of the same for any reason
Results in depression and umbrage

There’s virtually no difference
In the way we express our love
Sending as strings of bits and bytes
A bunch of roses and hearts

Marriages are already happening
With the bride or groom in absentia
Hapless parents as witness on Skype
Rooted in age old inertia

Soon a time might come
When copulation may not be necessary
When sperms and eggs can mate in the cloud
And deliver a baby virtually

Real touch, real contact, the real world
Will soon be part of history
Future generations may conduct research
Of reality shrouded in mystery

Subir Chakraborty / 8th Oct 2018