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The light music trails off to the end in the background, a laid-off phone muted yet the lights go on and off with numerous notifs. And she looks like she had lost something, something she yet could not put her finger on. Dismissing, she looks to the rain outside.

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What is it that I miss?
There's something! quite right there in front,
 and yet it isn't.
A little that's lost midst everything happening.
The morning's there 
but maybe
 it's the The slow dew rested on leaves 
that's amiss.

A whole book marked ongoing,
submitting reads the sec one clicks 
yet maybe
  The scratching sound of the writing pages, its smell,
 that's amiss.

The unplayed lists of playlists, one scrolls,
Yet a melody out of tune
 that hums of the song unknown
that's amiss.

Days buzzed with work, 
a tense sense, 
the hurried finishes marking  EODs.
Yet the drawing in their left drawer 
waits untouched,
Maybe that's what's amiss.
A laughing table midst the food that lays.
Yet the flavour never touches, 
falling missed in the blue device that glows.

4G ,5G, now the universe spells multiverse,
yet
the sightful colours of the world falls blured,
to a device that now claims to hold terabites of the world.
funny that is what was supposed to connect it more.

A living that's rushed.
falling behind in those long trailed notifs.
a connected world they say, yet 
the long lists of contacts that scrolls
yet the last call to none but an automated telecom?...

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The keyboard stops to clack, 'steps, heard, indicating presence,' She knows who, she frowns

"Don't! "she says, to the person.

 "But You might catch a cold like this."

"Let it. I like it." 

" Gosh!..." the person mumbles in slight annoyance.

The winds outside caress her hair in trifled strength fluttering her pages too. Taking her hand along the edge she feels to take the pages out of her typewriter.

'Ding' and the other person rushes off, as the girl smiles,  feeling the poem under her fingers that remains only an ending missed.

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A/N _ who has yet to understand, it is the girls' sight is amiss or a pov of this world today. This is a poem telling a story. And you can Look at its full detailed concept art on Instagram- mixc_tape

https://www.instagram.com/p/CgtlI3phBrG/?hl=en

Inspiration came in chaos to me. Recently while being very annoyed at my corporate job. I was really frustrated and I did not know what was not right.  Ofc the job drained me but it was not that, I felt as if something really important was missing.  Then I ended up watching his blind drama which made realise how less we experience life in full feelings cherishing it's the colours of the world.  A life that is so rushed so socially engaging yet just enough to mask the lonely facade. Only after being caught in this whirlwind of racing system, did I realise what was amiss. And ofc the characters of this poem add to mock how things are. And what it really takes to see and feel.