Revelation Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Why is this chatting for hours
which is completely confusing and
breeds misunderstanding?
You text, ‘Best wishes'
and before I say, ‘Thank you'
your ‘My pleasure' appears.
You text ‘How r u? '
and before my ‘Fine'
your ‘gn' appears.
Totally incoherent it is,
time-consuming,
tedious for the tip of the finger
and tireless as well
gazing at the screen
like an owl at the moon.

What is this rubbish
spending sleepless hours
impatiently waiting for a response
from a non entity -
a ghost in the air
invisible, impalpable, inaudible?
Let's stop this nonsense!

If with me quality time
you want to spend,
may be for a few seconds,
come and let us sit together
under the elms,
in the moonlit night
hand in hand
away from the drone of the city.

You will be gazing at my eyes
and me at your face
no pretension,
no misunderstanding
only peace and harmony.
Or else, no chatting at all!
To your whisper I can listen
in the beating of my heart,
in the breath of mine.
No need is there
of this mechanical chatting.
Let's stop this nonsense forever!