The WhatsApp Grasp

Once was a time, when boys used to stalk their teenage crush from school to market. Time changed and the ways too. Here, I present the suffering of them during the age of WhatsApp

Waiting for You,
Staring your Name
Mender, the You,
Of my heart that is lame

And at an instant,
Appears online
Below your name ,
Which was last seen
At exact nine
Thumb,right and left,
Began to hop, in a rhyme
Suffering from hunger,
To read,"What's up! My Sunshine"

My crush, that gave that clutch
I typed, " Missed you so much"
They were tapping
More and more,
Intend to have no shore
Then, marching soldiers freezed
All of sudden
They realised,
'Online' was then hidden

Hands,the statue and Bipolar, the mind
Hopping the thumb on backspace,
To get it all rewined
The virtual world with one-sided gasp
Your obsession and the Whatsapp grasp

And again,
Waiting for You,
Staring your Name
Mender, the You
Of my heart that is lame

Reviews

[Sarah]

Cute poem well written :)

[Mohit Gautam]

Haha ..thanks ;)

[Najam Us Saher]

Hahaha...so true. Loved the creativity here. You are a genius.

[Mohit Gautam]

Genius ...I think you appreciated that more than enough .Anyways thank you for reading .

[Najam Us Saher]

You are welcome.

[Anjali]

This is so good! So creative... I loved reading it.. imaginary is really nice here... This is very innovative.. keep writing!

[Mohit Gautam]

Thank you Anjali for reading it. I am glad you liked it.

[Anjali]

you're welcome!

[User]

A great take on a modern day romance my friend. Keep up the great work, I want to hear what happens next Mohit

[Mohit Gautam]

Thanks Dotty ! For your comment.

Such encouragements are my pen's ink
I assure that you get next part's link
;)

[Mohit Gautam]

Damn! I'm loving my own creation.

[Ayush Arya]

That's truly wonderful imagination dear...

[Mohit Gautam]

Thank You Appreciate your comment.