Doom scrolling
Doom Scrolling
At dawn of morning,
Alarm gives a warning,
“The day is starting”
Sleep deficient dreams clearing,
After a set of washing,
I start scrolling.
While eating, I scroll;
To make bland
food ,spicy
And a spicy one
as bread.
While in crowds,
I scroll and surf
Through net;
As I ignore them all-set.
In alone I scroll,
To make the mayhem
Of being in a group so fit.
Scroll to be happy,
To be unthinking,
To be content
And also to forget sad,
In unhappiness.
Scrolling in frustration,
Scrolling as a distraction,
Thumbs developed callouses
And frequent in my masses.
As the evening approaches,
I shall scroll,
To not miss out anything
While missing them all.
I might scroll,
To pass time,
Finding raps that rhyme,
While people's tastes,
Changing time to time,
I went with the flow
Oh my precious times.
I scroll to catch up friends,
While running from their unattainable standards.
In trains, we scroll;
Some falls out of sync, we troll;
Having aimless goal,
While positivity slowly went to a black hole.
Ai they said,
Stepping stones-Humans laid,
Slowly making us bed-rot,
With spread of brain-rot,
While riches sweat
On a Globe-Trott.
It is cheap,
Than we thought,
Saves us in all our plight
But we reap
What we have sown.
Strains of my eyes,
Reached new heights.
But I scrolled to ease the pains.
People celebrate,
Some show-off,
Grieve and argue,
But this seems like a entertainment, of high-value;
I kept scrolling,
Emotions numbed
And over saturated arts;
Hands trembling without it,
Brain chemistry of a drunkard.
Every actions; being watched,
Hence scrutinized,
Ultimately judged,
Everyone's expectations; to be met.
If not,
Get ready for a meta physical cyber attack;
From spider monkeys of the web , the new age
shut- in, hermit-ed sage(s)
Faces; distorted
Voices; engineered
Opinions; exaggerated
But I never stopped scrolling.
Couldn't stop it; is the feeling.
Scammers flooding
Just one trip;
Lifetime savings in bank
Takes trip in night
to return on February 30th.
Everything feels too short,
But small leaps feels like a lot,
Everything now has a slot,
A inflexible parking - lot;
Forgot to talk to shopkeeper,
All thanks to that “shop in app”.
Phones; radiates heat
People; heart's a cold sink
As they know more,
They felt like
Antarctica.
My eyes red
Hands sore
Neck aches
And stature crooks.
Fingers knew nothing but scroll.
Still I scroll,
To find a way out of it.