How have you been?

We traded late night laughter for "How have you been?"
The affectionate world we shared became a quiet screen.
New routines rewrote the space where we used to blend
As priorities reshaped the relationship and the friends.

​We did not violently break nor did we crash and burn
Just quietly stepped aside when it was life's turn.
The world kept moving on, as it has to do
And "I am fine" became the truth, instead of just a cue.

Surrogate Life

​We replaced presence with proximity

We replaced the lack of comprehension with confidence

We mistake knowing with knowing about 

​We trade the fire for the friction of the spark

We map the world but never find ourselves

We collect the echo convinced thar we heard the cry

And count the views to prove that we are alive

Phantom Friendship

You are like my phantom limb.  

I still reach for you out of habit.  

The pain isnt that you are gone.  

It is that my mind hasnt learned it yet. 

The Paradox of Choice

​Easiest thing to do is give up.

Toughest thing to do is give up.

​Once you give up

life gets easy

an immediate release.

​Once you give up

life gets difficult

a long-term weight to pull.

​Choose well

The exhaustion of trying or

The guilt of walking away.

The bane of Minimalism

Before technological advancement,

Everything was art.

Now in the name of minimalism,

Everything is ash and no heart.

We traded the intricate and ornate

For the clean and frictionless.

We traded beauty and complexity

For the sterile and vileness.

We swapped the chisel for the pixel,

The texture for the screen.

And scrubbed away the human touch

To keep the canvas clean.

The arches turned to square blocks,

the colors faded fast.

And the modern world forgot

how to make beauty last.

Now efficiency is the king,

and algorithms decide

with everything a shade of grey,

and little left beside.

We traded passion for a grid,

and beauty for a bruise.