Balachandran V begins with something ordinary: a person staring at a screen full of folders, with files stacked on files across a PC, a laptop, a netbook and even external hard disks. The speaker feels overwhelmed, and that feeling quickly spreads beyond the computer. The mess on the screen reminds him of his room, his house, and finally his whole life, all of them crowded with junk where real treasures get lost and can't be found again.
The poem then takes a darker turn. If a hard disk can crash, so can a house, and so can a life. The speaker sees these as frighteningly alike, and the closing line, "everything to come to naught," ties back to the title. The mood begins as mild irritation, almost a grimace, but ends in unease and a sense of fragility. The plain, almost chatty language makes the shift more striking: a small domestic frustration opens onto a fear of loss and ending.