The Dreams That Escape Through Social Media Notifications

When slumber lifts, and morning's light does gleam, 

A lingering whisper, from a vibrant dream. 

A fragmented image, a half-remembered sound, 

Still clinging fiercely, to the waking ground. 

I am the Dream, a fleeting, tender trace, 

Now finding passage, in a digital space. 

Through social whispers, subtly I take flight, 

A curious breadcrumb, in the screen's soft light.

A notification, oddly precise and new, 

A suggested video, of a vivid hue. 

A strange-bought item, now appearing there, 

An echo from the landscapes of my slumber's air. 

The sleeper wakes, a curious, puzzled gaze, 

"When did I search this, in these conscious days?" 

But I, the Dream, know truth they can't recall, 

A subtle message, answering my call. 

A piece of wonder, yearning to resurface, 

From deep subconscious, finding its new purpose.
A surreal journey, through the digital maze, 

As scattered fragments, light forgotten days. 

The algorithm, a guide they cannot see, 

Unwittingly unearthing, what was meant to be. 

Each digital hint, a thread that they can trace, 

To self-discovery, in this vibrant place. 

The mind's deep workings, in the online flow, 

A hidden story, whispered, soft and low. 

The digital landscape, now a dream's own art, 

Unveiling secrets, from the yearning heart.

- Khushi Kaul