Poetry | Different

In one moment, peaceful 

and contended in another. 

She felt distressed, 

aware of the things 

which needed to be addressed. 

In the world of screens, 

She craved for touch.

The smell of air, 

the thickness of wood, 

the crippling insects, 

and the noisy birds around the sun. 

But those memories have started to fade

and now it all seems unreal.

Waves, signals and virtuality

were all about today, 

but she, somehow, was

stuck in yesterday. 

Fascinated it was too for her, 

but it just didn't come passionately to her. 

She too believed in different worlds,

and visited them all, 

but wanted to live only in the moment, out of all. 

Luckily, the world in which she lived,

was the pioneer among all. 

But weirdly, it felt more hollow than being real, 

maybe because all were lost in virtual gear. 

So moments seemed lost, 

and streaks felt meaningless. 

Meanwhile, 

in the place where world found ways to connect, 

she could only see possibilities to disconnect. 

Lost and worried, how to find a life 

She didn't know in which world

she should go,

and hide.