A Girl’s Inbox

About the poem:

I found this in my draft corner.

It appears a haphazard play of words now. I tried to add a few lines, but couldn’t. Well, it is kept as such – incomplete and hazy.

It is on a lighter note but surely about something serious!

As she logs in
Trying to swift them away-
The big lashes of her eyes
The dropping hairs on her face.
She tries a faint smile-
A beacon to escape
From a rowdy brother of neighborhood
Who never claims to be one.
From a stinging bee like
Sister of the zone
Who is lovely like none!
From a fat uncle
Who is
Unexplainably daring
Being out of place for all fun,
From a friendly aunt
Who has a bit more
Lipstick
A bit more mascara- odd and even!

She wants a space,
A little of her very own
Where she would hide –
A part of ugly her
A part of feeble her.
Where she is comfortable
Or maybe just OK…
With no vicious fear of
Being judged,
Tagged,
Trapped,
Choked,
Silenced,
Stereotyped!

She logs in-
With a funny dumb password,
That is incorrect for initial
Three or more attempts.
She is in!
In the world of social media-
A world of openness,
Frankness,
Photos with filters,
Words descended from
Keats’ own poetry,
Expressions from Shakespeare,
And a rhythm
That Jaun Elia
Failed to achieve
By a breath of two!

Oh!
The inbox!!
A super cute box-
Sometimes at the top
Of the screen
Elsewhere below-
Accessible and easy!
The icon is raised to
The power of many
With emergency red numbers,
With many of them.

Is it that she’s famous?
Important?
Unique?
Beautiful?
Genius, maybe?
Mine isn’t filled that way.
Mine is like an abandoned castle
That even gamblers choose unholy!
Her’s is filled.
Full and exhausted!

She clicks with no sounds,
Not even a tingling vibration
And there it is :
A few dozen
Untouched , virgin
Texts.
From all unknown-
With creative usernames.
Someone is Enigmatic something,
Other Ravishing something.
A few are Lonely creatures,
A few written in yet to be deciphered
Scripts of Harappa or near.

So, she reads:
A dozen Hi’s,
Some written as Hy
Some misspelled as Hyy.
There is a cooler version of
Hey too.
Even a combo of Hey and Hy.
There are those old schools too
With archaic Hello ,
Followed by an exclamation mark
Or an evident full stop.
It is no harm
It isn’t any lethal,
But we know the dark texts are yet there
Your eyes are beautiful, it reads
But I wonder I wear dark goggles in pic
So how?
You have a cute nose!
Oh wait, what?
Ain’t I wearing a mask?
I like your smile
Ouch!

Ouch the ouch!!!

Written By :

Aojhal Junaid

Pic Credits :

Google