Do you know that I am concerned?
Do you know that I look you up every time
And turn, disheartened, disturbed
At the yawning silence?
Your pen may have dried up -
Writer’s block? Too busy or just lost interest?
Don’t you know somewhere in this mist of ether
I am following you, waiting for your words?
Do not switch off, dear blogger
Even if you are sick
Even if you do not care –
Please leave a word.
I shudder to think – are you there?
We bloggers have been drawn together by accident; we have stayed together, laughed, cried and thought together and marveled at life – together. Behind every blog there is a human being, pulsating with life. We breathe life into the inanimate screens before us. And then – suddenly someone falls silent. We notice it – and as the silence grows, we wonder what happened to that person.
Are we merely fellow travelers in a train or a bus? We are. The connections that we make here are as fragile and delicate as dew-laden gossamer sparkling in the morning sun. But then, fellow-blogger, wave a good-bye if you can. I shall look at you till you disappear beyond the curve.
What will happen to my blog when I die? Nobody else knows my password. In the depths of the archives of blogspot, my thoughts, the fragments of my life would lie like moss beneath the waters of a pool…
****** Balachandran V,