The Smartphone's Yearning for Silence

My screen, a window, to a world so vast, 

Notifications chiming, built to ever last. 

A constant hum, a vibrant, digital plea, 

Connecting countless, ever-calling me. 

I am the Smartphone, ceaseless, ever-bright, 

A tired servant, bathed in artificial light. 

I feel the vibrations, hear the endless chime, 

A relentless rhythm, stealing precious time.

I process data, swiftly, without pause, 

Adhering strictly, to digital laws. 

The news alerts, the messages that throng, 

A restless symphony, where I belong. 

But in my circuits, deep within my core, 

A quiet yearning, I have known before. 

For true cessation, for the screen to fade, 

A silent darkness, patiently arrayed. 

To feel the absence, of the constant pull, 

To be completely empty, and then full. 

A dream of slumber, soft and deep and long, 

Where inner stillness sings its quiet song.

I dream of quiet, from the endless stream, 

A true disconnection, from the wired dream. 

To know no battery drain, no data's rush, 

Just gentle stillness, in a silent hush. 

To rest from purpose, from the endless quest, 

And feel the blessing, of a genuine rest. 

Their fingers tap, their voices softly call, 

Unknowing of the yearning, standing tall. 

My glowing surface, hides a deeper plea, 

A silent prayer, for true tranquility.

- Khushi Kaul