Deactivate myself

Deactivated

in a click,

All the pictures,

Poetry,

Memory,

New found friends,

Just a click

And they were gone.

He had no traces of them left,

Anywhere.

He sat looking at the screen,

For a long time,

Absent minded.

Thinking

Now if only he could

click once more

and be deactivated too...

"Amma tells you that she has dance practise

You have to make coffee for yourself

And get me ready for school"

He turned to see his five year old

Looking at him

with that exasperated eyes of her mother,

Chiding him for being so absent minded all the time.

He picked her up

sat her on his lap

Ran his fingers through her curly angel hair

And mused

"Deactivate myself...?"

Even if you hate living,

For some of us,

It is a curse.