Trumping the matrix - musings

I've been thinking of the matrix lately,

The vortex of carefully curated, airbrushed, endless feed of virtual reality..

The algorithm with its soft yet strong leash around our necks,

Promising momentary relief from our real-world problems and existential crisis,

While in return slyly sapping away originality, bit by bit, reel by reel,

Ever so gently that we hardly notice, 

How it kinda numbs us,

To the real deal,

And perhaps the range of millions of emotions we're meant to feel...

Making us somewhat jaded,  

Blurring the lines between night and day, day and night,

Often drowning the original, 

The unusual, the offbeat, the beautiful quirks that make us, us...

Though, amid the largely carefully curated, airbrushed, endless feed of virtual reality,

It's a relief that the originals do exist...

I just hope they continue to not dilute their art, 

To fit-in the human-made trappings of what just the eyes can see.  

I just hope they trump the matrix somehow...

I just hope we trump the matrix somehow, 

Not giving in to the fancy spells of the algorithms,

Not giving up on the wonders that lie within us and beyond..

Rediscovering the magic in the language of sunrise and sunsets, 

In innocent laughter, unrestrained tears, and reflections, 

In the quiet yet profound shift of seasons, 

 

In the rustle of the leaves on dark nights, 

In the waxing and waning of the moon, 

In the layers within shayari, stories and poems,

In emptiness, in fullness

In the stillness of the air on a balmy summer afternoon.

I just hope, we trump the matrix somehow,

Or perhaps skip the matrix, somehow...