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 fancies.

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