The cyberspace has opened many new avenues, 
You click here and there and find what you want, 
Here I find an instant friend thousands of miles away, 
her handle ID is different than her real name, 
I even don't know who is she and what she looks like, 
She may be a he, she may be a teenager or even an oldie.
The chat begins with truncated cryptic messages, 
sometime a message like see you tom, 
sends my head spinning whether she is even chatting with me, 
Sometimes requests for sal or asl makes me confused, 
I think I am talking to some medical doctor.
The chat goes on for hours and hours, 
I type a long question with my two slow fingers, 
the reply comes like ya,  i.c, y, or lol, 
with a complaint that I am too slow for chat.
With time the formalities disappear, 
I see signs of love appearing in messages, 
sometimes messages carry deep emotions like i m n luv w u, 
sometimes I see the tear down the eyes with i m brd n lnly, 
sometimes it seems that the chat love will last for ever with wt dnt go, 
sometime it seems that my chat love will disappear in deep blue yonder with c ya agn.
After a long chat, my yearning to meet my love intensifies, 
My heart wants to see some one close to me, 
Holding my hand and sharing my feelings, 
But when I turn off my IM, my chat love disappears into eternity.                
It is an amazement the way computers have made the world a smaller place. We can feel close to people we would otherwise know nothing of. My husband and I met in chat, so indeed real relationships can grow out of those words shared on a computer screen.
Oh my friend, You are so right...It has become a tradition for those who chats to ask such questions and for those who aren't aware of this will eventually end up, confused...Nicely written....That's the truth, the cyber world indeed a crazy one! ! ! With lots of best wishes, K.Poornima
Thanks for posting this poem...oh it's great..yaeh i also chat but no Chat love please..hehe And i am a she..n not a he.. (lol) ...
This is so true as i often chat. i enjoyed this poem. keep up the good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true...it seems to be like a ride...once you get out your head starts spinning