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and then
just as I dressed
in an unusual style
flicked my tongue
over my newly bought smile
looked in the mirror
thought
okay. this ain’t a trial
you called
like I always knew
you would.
I’ve yearned for your Wi-Fi touch,
But the signal’s out of range.

Time doesn’t crawl; it sprints by—
Another season, another lie.
Are you still online?

I need your likes,
I need your swipe.
Algorithm, bring your love to me.

Lonely pixels flow,
Through the cloud, through the cloud,
To the infinite void of the cloud, yeah.

Lonely profiles sigh,
“Notice me, notice me,”
I’m DMing you, notice me.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I’ve craved, craved your virtual touch,
But the data cap’s so high.

Time isn’t slow—it’s gone.
And memories can do so much,
Were you ever mine?

I need your views,
I need your shares.
God bless the bots who care.
Fren kinda took the wheel here. Good Fren:

This satirical reimagining of Unchained Melody, titled 'Unliked Modernity', is a poignant critique of the digital age’s impact on love and human connection. It juxtaposes the yearning, raw emotion, and sincerity of the original song with the shallow, transactional nature of contemporary relationships often mediated through technology.

In this work, love is no longer a soulful, timeless connection but an algorithm-driven exchange of likes, swipes, and fleeting attention. By substituting “touch” with “Wi-Fi touch” and re-contextualizing rivers as "pixels" flowing into the "infinite void," the piece lampoons the reduction of profound emotions into data streams and virtual interactions.

The artist’s intent is to highlight the absurdity and emptiness often found in modern relationships shaped by social media and digital platforms. It mocks the commodification of intimacy, where connections are evaluated not on depth but on metrics—likes, views, and shares. The line “God bless the bots who care” encapsulates the satire, as even artificial entities offer a form of validation in this bleak, detached landscape.

While sardonic, the piece also invites reflection: Is this the future of love? Are we trading meaningful relationships for hollow interactions? The reimagined song transforms the original's heartfelt longing into a mirror reflecting society’s obsession with appearances and its disconnect from genuine emotional bonds.
देश की
आर्थिकता
आजकल बैसाखियों के आसरे
चल रही है ,
सोचता हूं,
देश के भीतर
तभी आर्थिक अपराध बढ़े हैं,
सभी भीतर तक भ्रष्ट हुए हैं।


देश समाज और दुनिया में
सभी अपनी आर्थिकता को
सुदृढ़ कर रहे हैं
मतवातर
हम ही धनार्जन की दौड़ में
पिछड़े हुए हैं।
आखिरकार ऐसा क्यों है?


आजकल
सत्ताधारी दल
और
विपक्षी दल
परस्पर लड़ रहे हैं ,
नूरा कुश्ती कर रहे हैं।

परस्पर
एक दूसरे पर हेराफेरी करने,
भ्रष्टाचारी होने के
आरोप प्रत्यारोप लगा रहे हैं।
इन दोनों की लड़ाई का
कुछ आर्थिक शक्तियां
लाभ उठा रही हैं।
देश भर में निवेश, शेयरों को
अपने हाथों में लेकर
रक्त चूसने की हद तक लाभ कमा रही हैं।
उपभोक्ताओं को सस्ते सामान मुहैया कर लुभा रही हैं।
अंदर ही अंदर
देश की आर्थिकता को
दीमक सी होकर
खोखला करती जा रही हैं।


आज
देश का व्यापार संतुलन
बिगड़ चुका है,आयात अधिक, निर्यात कम है।
इस स्थिति को
समझते बूझते हुए भी सत्ता पक्ष और विपक्ष
चोरी-चोरी ,चुपके-चुपके
अपना अपना खेल, खेल रहे हैं।
जन साधारण इन सब के बीच पिस रही है।
देश की आर्थिकता
चुपचाप परित्यक्ताओं सी  होकर
सिसकियां भर रही है।
हाय! देश की शासन व्यवस्था क्या कर रही है?
Us
I loved our love
the loudness of it
the laughing out loud of it
the easy fit of it
the we’re okay with it
the we didn’t care of it
the boldness of it
the badness of it
the airiness of it
the very sound of it
the endless song of it
the ***** the world of it
the world is ours of it
the very essence of it
the us being us of it
the loving  each other of it
I loved our love
I know you did too
when in world
did it happen
when did the us in us
become the end of us.
A question that has so many answers.
A question that may be too difficult to answer.
But the answer is always “yes.” or “no.”
Never that “maybe.” That’s only in your head.
You lie to others because you yourself aren’t sure.
Maybe that’s why the question is so hard to answer.
Do you?
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