Sunday, 5 February 2012

My Precious

From my dear sister , you came as a gift 
To my heart's ecstasy, an ultimate lift 

Bundled in a small carton box, you came
Moment captured in memory's hall of fame

They told me you were a candy bar
But to me you were a shining star 

With themes - lines, redberries and rings 
Doubling up as an FM radio which sings 

With  games ~ Minigolf and Quadrapop
You made me feel on entertainment's top 

Flashes, megapixels of camera - you had none 
Yet successful in capturing memories a ton 

Reading my unsent , drafted messages 
A silent consort , in my growing ages 

Alarms, helping me to rise and shine
Partnering  in every endeavor of mine 

Your little buttons ~ I used to fiddle
Whenever faced with reality's riddle 

With internet, you made my doubts clear
Your treasured presence is always dear

Flying with me, when I was happy
Helping me mend, when I felt crappy

Storing social bridges in your contacts
Being a sole witness to all of my acts 

'Smartphone' , I might be buying one
But you will forever be my precious one

Written for the Poetics prompt - Object at dVersePoetsPub by Mark Kerstetter.

Dedicated to my dear cell phone :) 

Posted at the OpenLinkNight Week 32 at dVersePoetsPub hosted by Tashtoo


  1. You've brought this object to life by your relationship to it and in this one poem given me a clear snapshot of the poet.

    I can't help but tell you the title of your blog almost hurts to read.

    1. Thanks Mark!:)
      Choose the title when I was in despair, seemed very apt at that moment

  2. They told me you were a candy bar
    But to me you were a shining star


  3. smiles....where would we be without our phones...kinda wish i had an iphone....

  4. Brian, wait on the iPhone...there talking holographic keyboard in the next one...which would be amazing! Umesh...I LOVE this (but I too am strangely addicted and obsessed with my phone) The rhyming couplets worked really well with your word play!

  5. Never read such rhapsodic words for a cell phone, excellent!

  6. Scares me a little that we can become so attached to our technology...but this is a nice prove that anything is fodder for poets!