It becomes raining, it comes swaying,
So much to preach, the years of speech
I wish to get a bite, snack it when it is present, before it winds restless
A digital nomad, a modern-day poet, a social media prophet
He yearns for silence, a peaceful retreat, from the endless scroll and the noisy street
A lover of nature, a friend to the trees, a critic of progress, a seeker of ease
A paradox he is, a contradiction he stands, a man of the future, a man of the sands

So what makes the blood red, cynical, he comes from the snow white?
A creature of the night, a digital sprite, a social media knight.
He preaches peace, a paradox it seems, while his feed screams of material dreams.
A modern-day prophet, a guru of the trend, a master of the meme, a friend to the mend.

He yearns for the quiet, a serene escape, from the endless scroll and creating this space.
A philosopher's heart, a comedian's mind, a poet's soul, which truth he'll find.
He seeks solace in the simple things, a cup of tea, a good book, a moment's peace, on a fifteen second thing.
A touch of irony, a dash of wit, a sprinkle of truth, flesh of misfit.

I have judged my thoughts
and they are no good
they come and go.

Scroll is back, or what I saw was kind of a hack,
I was sitting ready to pack.
Feeling kind of way, but I just wanted to check
Hoping everything was on track,
I keep my reaches on the stack,
wish everyone wonder and contentment.
I hope it revives back the old sentiment.

Am I making mistakes
or living my life,
Is it softness I feel
or sharp edged knives?

how is it that the difference
I just cannot perceive?
I sweep over the floor
believe good will preceed.
it's nice to be in present tense,
where future still don't exist
in my mind, it's a void hole.
Am I being a lot dense
or is it somehow
awakening in senses.

Is it looking bright, the sun
why do I feel I am looking at the life anew,
what changed, is it a dream sequence
or the perception
Looking at it from a different point of view.

when I scroll, nothing loads
is it just me, or like all?
this portal, has it gotten old
it is so difficult with poetry haul.

I am so filled with the feeling
the sensation of being in turmoil
Inwardly, I do anything and I recoil
In the intense ***, internally I boil
the thoughts, they create delusion
and desires tend to make me fall
its the ground zero, I could only crawl
But this reality is self constructed
You have a superpower, to rise above
Your mind plays, the normal ways
bring up the courage, anyhow
because if you change, the world around transforms
it's all happening for reason, wait for the next season.

Ego is feeling that I and me,
and I am my enemy.
It is so surreal and clear,
the war is ahead of me
quite against me to be.

Everything is on like it is gone
The colours of the world just got inverted
I see the paint smudged on the wall
I moved out of a rain forest for concrete lake
the colour left my face as I realised my fate
It's the initial days, but scenery is replaced
I wish I could be six years back
Following my destiny
I would be smiling looking at my face frowning
how little I was, how little I knew
Isn't it my problem, can I just broaden my view?

Living in simulation
We are in illusion
Reality is not in your zone
When the heart is at peace
The petals will fall,
so with the leaves
The knowledge is within
But eyes are not seeing
what the soul knows.