Is it me?Or its them?, baffled and lost, I wonder
How does a little moon block so much of sunlight?
When a child, I would often go to the terrace to find out
It made me want to think. Also, in a way, to keep the fervor alive
I used to get fed up of the real-world shit. Yet, I was hopeful
I believed that time changes people, I wasn’t wrong
It did change many, From better to worse
I am struggling to find the real and the search is exhausting
It is painful to the soul, if there is one
It is terrifying for the mind, if it still is thinking
When the society went online, I didn’t realize the real would become an illusion
The fakeness went viral, It lured us all in
The fancy seduced our bodies and the new real was fake
And today,
Those who aren’t fake are unreal
The lies, big, fat, and ugly are being cooked into a delicious treat
So mouthwatering that questioning their authenticity is a waste of time
Moments and relationships are reduced to a single day of the year
Sometimes, it troubles the insane
We do not know how to comprehend the new real
We still record our moments in our minds
And look them back by just closing our eyes
We don’t need a hard drive, with lots of space
And another something for a backup in case it gets busted
The fake is like a virus, deadlier than many
It kills the soul, Ones without the soul aren’t worried though
In their world, the virus is like god, they worship it
The hard drive of their mind has been cleaned
And the soul has been replaced by their new god
We are like the devils for them, they are afraid of us
And of the shit we talk, because, our soul thinks
But sometimes we get sucked in too, when there is too much pressure
Because showing love to someone has never been easier
A click and a touch and boom, the new god’s world is addictive
It is progressive because showing love and emotions is mandatory
Even if someone receives it or not, doesn’t matter
With a condition though, your love needs to receive reactions
Your god won’t work without it, it feeds on other’s opinions
What we assumed the social would be one day was a huge miscalculation
We thought it would be for sharing our potential and nourishing our souls and minds
For sharing our grief and releasing the love that binds
but what is bound, is the soul, their soul, trapped in the chamber of the new god
Yes, it is not entirely replaced, It exists, devoid of freedom
The mind is a much-advanced hard drive, it carried backups of backups and kept the soul alive
We, who were many back then, now, are just a few
Often, when I don’t get to see others, I wonder, is it just me?
Charlie Jain says:
Woww… Words blended beautifully… Giving so much meaning to what’s been happening… I agree… Social has become something else…
For Eg
People in old days never would get dark circles.. and now.. every other person can be seen with dark circles.. we are going in the wrong direction.
People should atleast now start realising what is social media doing to us.
shreyans says:
Thank you so Much…….)
Nancy Nelson says:
AMAZING WORK
admin says:
Thank you so much..