The world is brisk
And everything at our fingertips,
Yet we’re always short of
What we have striven to save.
Hurrying to and fro
Between our homes and work.
Having no time “to stand and stare.”
Trying to be in both places at times
Being in neither in truth.
Wave after wave of responsibilities
Remain constantly in hot pursuit
Until they drown us into a sea of stress
And we latch on to any escapism we find.
An open book our lives are
On social networking.
A standard template
Replete with selfies and groupfies;
A self-pitying quote here and there;
Some facts, some rumours and lots of humour.
Our true selves obscured in the midst.
Pacing, hurrying through life
Our bonds have become just the same.
Grasping on vainly
To what the eyes and ears perceive
No time to observe minds and souls.
We love to splurge
In wealth, emotions, information.
If only, we were just as generous with
That hourglass and its ever flowing sand!