The ghastly black creature hovers in front of her, staring right into her soul,
Ripping those dark memories again, she is terrified of being unfold.
The memories from way back, when she barely knew right or wrong,
Those memories which have long been engraved in stone,
When happiness was as easy as stomping feet in the rain puddles,
And sadness was as simple as mom not making her favorite desserts.

Suddenly, the horrid monster does his black magic,
And in a blink of an eye she is in the past, seeming astonishingly legit,
It’s her beautiful home, which is supposed to be a blessing,
Yet she feels shackled and choking.
Her heart is racing at a lightning speed to understand what’s happening,
Why the caressing feels so filthy, so grudging.

Abruptly she opens her eyes, trembling yet relieved,
Contemplating how life would have been,
If the memories were as delusive as the ghostly creature in her dream.

Alone, I am happy

          Convinced

            Will never be
Left
             Alone

Which algorithm is going to understand me
understand sentiment behind what I do
It is coded for catching the patterns
For them we are just there
to generate the data to process
What insights will they create
about me when I'm just the outlier
they will remove me to get cleaner results
Generalise the problem
that it won't cater to me
technology is not the slave
they make us dance to their tune
We change, as much as they advance
Develop worse habits
change our routines
from when we were in the more happier place
to a place which comes with waves of sadness.

I don’t call you crumpet
I doubt you taste very good.
But you fit the name strumpet
Like I was sure you would.
A better name would be porcupine
The pork part fits you so much
But it would be so very awful;
You’re a thing I’d hate to touch.

I’d call your crew a clown car,
But, while you are surely on wheels.
You are more of a slow train wreck
Based on the looks and the feel.
Some fools call you Robin Hood
But I reject that whole twisted pitch.
Robin Hood did not rob the poor
Just so he could give to the rich.

You think you’re a smart cookie
But, you are nothing but a crumb.
You think we are all of us stupid
But only your supporters that are dumb.
You’re a ****** cake that has fallen
With a poisonous coat of frosting.
You are not worth a penny of what
A disaster like you are is costing.

You leave a nasty taste in the mouth
Of those who have to be near you.
There is nothing about you at all
That would serve to endear you.
It really would nice if you would go
Live for decades in a prison cell.
That color of orange, for once
Would suit you so very well.