By Radhipa Fiona Perera
Whispers dance, the night is spread.
In
shadows deep where dreams unfold,
In
the glow of the screen, a digital realm,
Where
narratives unfold, shaping the helm.
A
woman like me, in pixels immersed,
After
a day’s work, media's embrace, a blessing or curse.
Through
timelines and stories, I stroll with grace,
Shadows
linger in the virtual space.
Social
media's canvas, a tapestry of faces,
In
virtual spaces, connecting in traces.
Words
typed in haste, a status update,
Screen
time ticking, a relentless mandate.
Scrolling
through timelines, a digital stream,
Lost
in the glow of a pixelated dream.
In
memes and emojis, emotions confined,
Yet,
within her, a universe enshrined.
Screen
time may echo society's theme,
But
within her soul, she's the author of her dream.
Soon
enough, embracing the phone,
To
the dreamland I have gone.
Gently
the media whispers, a digital tune,
In
the luminous glow of the digital moon.
Morning
light meets the smartphone's gaze,
A
symphony of notifications plays.
Quickly
I wake,
Another
day to make.
News
unfolds in a digital parade,
Headlines
and hashtags in a cascade.
Information
floods, a ceaseless flow,
Screen
time ticking, a sigh I blow.
Yet
in this dance, a balance sought,
Between
the real and the pixels bought.
Eyes
lift from screens to the world outside,
Nature's
beauty, a respite, a guide.
Screen
time tick, with my phone I cannot part,
Connecting
worlds, yet keeping worlds apart.
In
the dance of media, my mind sway,
‘bout balancing screen time, to live out the day.
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