Shooting message deep into circuit sky,
To her in exile as unnamed constellation,
For dots to connect across virgin vasts,
To know her contours, navigate her map,
To span her rainbow from smile to tears,
While her reply is a star, silence too is,
Filling up her profile with bone and flesh,
Gestures none, but yet not beyond hope,
Mean times of her reply give them away,
A second for love, just another for fury,
Half minute to pout, an instant to giggle,
Minute plus for that one unbroken stare,
Cluster of them flow in to double her joy,
Heaps of them clog to halve her sorrow,
By such trickle of reactions is she felt,
The waiting kills but her response thrills.
(2012)