• Ctrl + Alt + Delete

Plenty we write, bold or small, our beginnings are so undefined,

Save we many, erase we some, but only a few get underlined,

We keep adding para and sub, oblivious of the destined,

Box of emotions, bordered by hope, doesn’t let us be undermined.

We search so desperately, to get the link desired,

We bear the loading patiently, never ever feel tired,

Often, we connect, though distant, at times link shows expired,

Refreshing site, sight we gain, ready to get again wired.

Portray we relations ample, put them in landscape view,

Some of them save the screen, while remain in the background a few,

The moment we minimise our frame, we perceive the old as new,

Scroll we frantically then, to return to the full screen view.

Sometimes we download folders, beautiful & fragrant,

Upload in return we then, views and thoughts pleasant,

Often emotionally hacked, we receive updates poignant,

Our eyes reload in quiet, to unload the tears stagnant.

Highlight some, colour some, we try to bookmark the dear,

But a few files become corrupt, leave us blank with fear,

Hidden receipts, shifting replies, create then a picture clear,

Dejected lone we feel, in the world of attachments mere.

Control we accept, everyone thinks, easy to mute we are,

Alter we pick, world believes, we can be managed by ajar,

Delete we prefer, volumes get raised, arrogant labelled we are,

A lesson learnt, we select restart, to rush back home afar.

Control we must, to reset them all, recycle those who mistreat,

Enter we should, fresh and new domain, alter our ways to treat,

Shall anything corrupt our lives, we shouldn’t hesitate to delete,

To reboot, we first need to opt for all three, Control, Alter, Delete.

(Select lines from my English poetry book)

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# New Year