Why is it always
coldness
silence
and death
that bring people together?

Why are all the poignant
and beautiful rhymes of poets
stones poured out of a tap
of disregard and contempt?

As I stepped in the country of words
carved by pristine souls
and utmost sensitive hearts
I thought I saw a light

But again my so-called friend
this screen just hid another world
of wounded ghosts and shadows

Solitudes face to face
cold and careless
We do not communicate
we lock ourselves in shelters
of oblivion and emptiness...

We used to be flesh and bones
we used to talk and share our dreams

what has become of us?

Technology has slain us all
with its frozen lights
freezing scared and lost individuals...

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