Digital Disconnect

The living room, Laughter clinging like a warm embrace, Yet silence wraps us in a shroud. Faces aglow from screens, Eyes reflecting curated lives, Fingers dancing over glass, As warmth slips through our grasp. We scroll, searching for connection, Moments polished and perfect. But intimacy dims, Lost in the sterile glow of notifications, ?Voices mere echoes, Fading like whispers in the night. Conversations drift like dust, Words replaced by empty emojis, Expressions trapped in pixels, The art of connection fraying, Seeking validation from strangers, as our stories gather dust. That once alive now puts on a veil, The silence builds, like fog in the night. A paradox of closeness, Miles apart, the heart yearning to connect, Like ships adrift in a sea without an end. Outside, the world rolls out in grey hues­ - The rustle of the leaves in memory afar, The sun sets unseen, As we scroll through lives lived online, Missed the pulse beating inside life, And the beauty in these mundane things. The connection was lost, The warmth of hands replaced with cold glass, the sum of us drowning in distraction, While nature whispers our name, Calling us back to what we've forsaken, The thrill of unfiltered moments, Where laughter can dance free, We find our way back to each other, Every breath a new discovery, Each heartbeat a reminder to live, Reclaim joy in the being, Whole and alive, rooted in this present time.