Vortex 

Pointless conversations,

Feelings left unconveyed,

Hidden amidst, abbreviations

And overemphasized exclamations. 


843 emoticons under her tips,

But none describe,

The emotions suppressed,

Behind her lips,


The pings and the chirps,

No more excite her,

As the lines of diversity 

And originality blur. 


Tired of the false smiles,

And the fake condolences,

Tired of hyped up dramas,

Over misunderstood nuances. 


All she wanted was a listener,

To hear her heart’s anxieties,

But all she got were benchers,

Passing their judgemental reveries. 


Curiosity kills the cat,

They always said,

Her teenage​ inquisitiveness,

Is pulling her now, into this vortex. 


Busy following the latest trends,

Sucked into the world of pretense,

She wanted to stop and 

Look back at herself. 


What had she done,

What was she doing,

Moving around in circles,

Unable to fulfill her destiny. 


Trapped, 

In this so called sanctuary,

#saveme is all what,

She manages to scream. 



©Darshana Mehta 

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14 thoughts on “Vortex 

  1. Hashtags, emoticons, pings….. This is a very evocative poem because you have described so well the emptiness of the ‘virtual’ world and the ‘virtual’ friends. The silent scream in the #
    Thank you for this good writing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Anne 😊
      Yes the emptiness of the virtual world is oppressive but addictive.
      You know you are being pulled in and yet all you can do is indulge in it even more.

      Like

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