Nikunj Sharma - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! STRINGS ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Through the corner of her eye
she catches me, fumbling with
my blackberry's key. Taps on my
shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”.

Caught on wrong foot, I try to
focus on the game again. Numbers
spreadsheet and meetings rule, work
weighs heavy on my choked mind.

Another beep, my attention Diverts.
She throws her hands in air,
Eyes flare, cheeks red with anger;
Again she says, “ Pop, I am here”.

I am there, yet not there
The daily ritual, I often toggle;
between commerce and my
universe. Both crave for my time.

Time moves, even if hour's hand
doesn't show. Nothing can bring
back the moments of fun. In life
there's no playback option.

I pick up the dice and roll again
She smiles to see me back in the
game. A slice of life on face
of dice, dances in our eyes.


19th November 2009.

Nikunj Sharma

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