Virtual is real,
Real is frailed,locked and forgotten
Somewhere deep
In the dark woods of sleep

Once the cardboard,
Is now transformed in softboard.
The life of moments
Is now picture of dormants.

All filters are for face
Lost in the riddle of maze
Where pressure is under blaze
Not to let away a single gaze!!

Inside the silos of society
Beathes the pressure of picture
Under the filteration of dreams
There's one loud scream!
Pictures always lie!!!


© Amrita Chandan