Zero Unread

Who would write me a mail tonightMy Inbox says ‘Zero Unread’;Needy,  I reload the page again,  Hopeful of talking to someoneBefore land up in my bed. I stare at the bright screen Nostalgic about an old conversationWondering if I really no moreMatter at all to anybody, anyone.Where have the people goneWho called themselves my friends?Who promised that they’d write to meTheir mails were going to have no ends.Desperate, I write to some random guyAnd we talk of all the banalities. I smile, I giggle, I yawn and I fiddle,But there’s no going away Of my heart’s stubborn crease.