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Handling the loud noise,
He picked up the pencil.
In a few silent minutes,
The eyes were ready
The crowd started cheering
With commentator chuntering,
The nose resembled a cartoon
Noise degraded too fast
His hands paused — mix of colours went missing.
With one colour in entire face,
The painting started to speak
As it became a loud speaker.
ARUN KUMAR M
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In silent parks, they used to meet,
With shy hellos and hearts that beat.
Now, messages replace the whispered words.
Emojis speak where emotions were heard.
A swipe decides if love will grow.
No letters penned, no faces glowing genuine.
Notifications ring like songs —
Replacing bells from simpler times.
They’re talking, but no one truly knows—
Neither friends nor lovers, yet still it grows.
Defined by insecurities and shifting attitudes,
A thin situationship ended in caspering.
They text all night but never meet—
A textlationship: half-sweet, half-cheat.
He breadcrumbs her with hearts and memes.
She benches him—just in reserve.
They circle close, yet worlds away,
They keep orbiting, never saying hi,
Though she lived with him, she paid her share,
It’s living together, light as a feather.
They laughed, they talked, then one went away —
That's ghosting, cold and echoing.
One left, then rose back from the dead—
It’s zombieing, a haunting fling.
Texts come in, calls made, but she’s kept far—
It’s pocketing, love in suppression.
Dreams spun tightly in tangled lies—
That's delusionship, for all singles.
They shower you fast, then fade away.
That’s love bombing — then you’re done.
You fake a face, a life, to catch a heart—
That’s catfishing, love’s dark chase.
They watched each other through a screen,
With different ships sailing to different hearts from one.
Their playlists matched, their texts were fast.
But real connection? Didn’t last.
ARUN KUMAR M
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Thumb goes up, the feed goes down;
Smiles and filters from all around.
Someone’s dinner, someone’s shoe —
It’s memes that scroll so fast.
A stranger’s joy, a filtered face;
The algorithm shifts and plays.
Like and share in loops that bind,
Woven through our wired minds.
And still we swipe, both night and day—
The feed won’t end; it only bends,
And as the silence softly screams,
We lose ourselves in glowing screens.
ARUN KUMAR M
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Born when ancient ice began to weep,
Finding it hard beneath the warming sun,
I slipped down through slopes that gleam —
A soft beginning to my long journey.
My story rose from my poet’s dreamy tongue,
Making me a person in this artificial world.
I wandered through valleys, quiet and wide,
Carving soft paths that hills tend to hide.
The laughter of children once danced by my side,
And wildflowers bloomed where I used to glide.
Things began to fade, and I did too —
Cities rose, holding my story lost.
ARUN KUMAR M
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Rain poured too fierce for footsteps to slow,
Two known strangers dashed beneath the storm’s glow,
Their eyes collided quickly, charged with silent fire,
Time seemed to stop beneath the storm’s desire.
A glance that lingered, soft as whispered rain,
They slipped apart but held the quiet grace,
He wore a smile like sunlight after rain,
She veiled her own, unsure of morning's gaze.
The storm passed on, but something chose to stay,
Binding two hearts in words they didn’t say.
They turned away, but something still held tight —
A passing glance that changed the course of night.
Another sunset selfie from Earth —
With hashtags filling captions,
I got a thousand likes in seconds,
And the next minute, no traffic followed.
I tagged the Sun — he left me “seen,”
Too bright to care where I have been.
Too busy being the center of everything,
Sometimes he reacts by dropping fire.
Mercury buzzes — glitch and flame,
Too fast for likes or digital fame.
His stories flash, then fade away,
His post vanishes while he runs away.
Venus blocked me — again.
But she posts in mist, in filtered night.
Too perfect to engage or care,
She crafts beauty that burns to touch.
Earth barely glances up at me,
Yet builds her myths on how I would be.
She’s trending daily, always live,
With oceans, forests and love that thrive.
Selfies with flags and scars —
Mars captioned: “Still waiting for visitors.”
He’s trying too hard.
But swipe left — there’s no air.
Jupiter shouts in stormy loops,
“Check out my moons!” he proudly brags.
Saturn blogs in velvet tone,
His ring aesthetic all his own.
Uranus spins a sideways tale,
With secrets drifting on the icy breeze.
Neptune hums in liquid blue.
Cold punchlines and jokes follow in frozen light,
Pluto lingers, small and shy—
A quiet blur beyond the frame
The last post fades, the feed runs dry,
The universe logs off — no more to claim.