The nib is sharp, gleaming,
holds the pin to the buzz
and eerie chaos life has in bounty!
It is the life of things for one and all,
Also the cemetery when it goes wrong!
As vital as nose to breath, when it fails,
there is funereal silence.
You realize the mobile in your palm
has a mocking grin, niggardly wink!
“I am the measure of your heart’s beat,
Bustle of mind, the symphony of brain.
If the charger fails, my silence
is a chasm you cannot traverse!
The day dies in a trice.”
I bear its grin with gritted teeth,
hurry to the nearest brand savvy shop.