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Can you imagine a moment in a day devoid of electronic screens? Sleep might just be our only escape from the digital.

Corner feathers of my eyes
Have absorbed colour pixels
Past the screen, the cat
Looks hazy

Keypads mirror my fingers
My thoughts have typos

Sweet voice of my mother
Drowned out by CD-Roms

I choke on news capsules
Laugh at the squirrel
Playing ping-pong
I spread out like a banyan tree
Rooting myself invisible.

Captured senses, enamoured
Bound to sheets of metallic colours
Moving and blurring
An ugly, glazed-eyed sound
As if I’m a machine –

Then sleep trembles too
To come near me in fear.
I coax and coddle her
Stroke her soft down
Silently croon
She calmly breathes out dreams
Devoid of screens.

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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you too have a poem you’d like to submit, do mail us at editor@madrascourier.com.

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