Shut off the device: phone, tv, speaker
Stop the scrolling, binging, and rotting
Notice how small the world gets when the only problems are at your door
At which point it is your choice whether you answer the knocking

Stressors that were not meant for us shrivel
Less distractions to impede our walk
Less comments to knock us down/leave us crippled
Less idols to build our foundation on, in place of the rock

If given thought, each clip attaches us evermore to the past
For that was when they were made
By the time they reach our eyes to see
Their time has passed so hastily
And fleeting time wasn't made to last

So sit in a room and stare at the walls
That for a moment hold you in confinement
To be present where you are, in your own little world
Is peaceful however you define it

There once was a man from Mumbai
Whose face had the laziest eye:
     It opened at noon
     While the other as soon
As the sun rose was focused and spry.

What is happening

is overexposed, only --


the core can be seen.

I'm restless: the moon

stands still while it is moving --


imperturbably.

He's unsure and can't

do magic, yet he can do --


magical thinking.

To really see things

you have to look carefully --


slightly beside them.

I can't focus on us anymore
it feels like a dream we once had
rather than a lifetime we worked on

You once made me feel precious,
invaluable,
loved.

Now I'm the fall back and safety net
you need to desire
before you hit the bottom of your bottle

I am miserable trying to hold the foundation alone.
I was looking for a life partner, not a freeloading liar.
You promised me change.

I was the fool who believed you and saw with my own eyes
you didn't touch a drop.
Now I'm left with the empty bottle in my hands,
searching for an escape from my isolation.