I sit here in quietude,
Ceilings soaring high above,
I hear myself breathe…
In resonance with the clicks while I type.
An empty board staring at my face,
The white light reflecting into my eyes.
Depressing…not yet;
Just a yearning for color!
They blame it on innovation,
This environment…to curb distraction?
Little that they know,
They implanted this vacuum
A catalyst to this listlessness.
Is this the future?
A parameter to escalate productivity…
It forces me to wonder
Are we stoic yet?
About Me
- Ruchika Mehta
- Not always looking for a cushion, reality is the fabric of my life. I write to connect my thoughts and to structure my emotions. Logically defining my actions I live to reason
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