Senseless scribbles

Smithereens

Confined in a concrete box

with a rectangle hole for transiting

and a square hole for spectating.

I am lying down, from

the aftermath of black mirror

should I pickup the slab of technology

before I doze off

or behave like a primitive.

But how do I note down my thoughts

it's too quick and unordered

I can't even memorize a new phone number

Okay picked it up

the light hurts my eyes

wait no I need the darkness

to get back my thoughts back

oh shucks! I need this slab

nor how will I communicate with the world

how will I keep them informed

about my utterly useless thoughts

anyway

typed, done, posted.

All hooked to this network of slabs

can hear me now, loud and clear

but

nobody's going to listen.

- Lohithaksha