01:14 AMBored from scrolling
the never ending loop
of (un)social media
I give up
lay my phone aside.
The shoddy room
filled only with warm light
from a nearby street lamp
piercing through the
dirty windows - The grill
makes a beautiful pattern
on the wall. I stare at it
also the shadow of
the milkshake bottle and
my money plant in it
distracting the pattern.
Lost in my thoughts
I begin to draw in the air
with my index finger
making patterns of S
tracing the design.
I eventually start admiring it
Who knew I'd seek pleasure
not from my "smart"phone but
in the lazy design made by
a worn out blacksmith
somewhere in the world
who has been forging
the same design for years -
- like the way he takes his meal.
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.