Phone Detox

I do have a few good friends
   But I thought, my thoughts and feelings I'll  cleanse. 

Anyways, I stay far away.
   From the games people tend to play.

Most people really don't care.
    All are busy with their own affairs.

Over the last few years, I reduced my talks.
    Until I finally reached the bottom rocks.

Away from the conniving fox.
   Only thing left was a phone detox.

Out of the sight of those hawks.
   Circling above me seeking gossip blocks. 

Some worry my shadow will give them the pox.
     So I stay away and just do a detox.

If I were to go down memory lane.
     When life was simple and life was plain.

Like an air crash investigation, if I were to introspect.
    And give my two bits about how it got so wrecked.

Instead I prefer just removing old socks.
   And doing a total contact-list detox.

To many, I may seem weird and rude.
   But I'd rather to my phone not be so glued.

From the beginning I had this habit alone.
   I never really cared to check my phone.

Until I had like five hundred messages.
  Three months later, replying to birthday wishes.

Good  or bad,  well that's another subject
   But, to me back then, life was almost perfect.

I'm not saying I absolutely hate technology.
   But for being inactive on social media, I won't give an apology.

This time, I deleted my WhatsApp for long.
   Anticipated on returning a eulogy or funeral song.

Thought everybody would have noticed; but I guess I was wrong.
    Because to this strange world I no longer belong.

Few did notice my last seen
   And wondered if to heaven or hell I'd been.

Those are the ones I'll never forget
   Etched in my memory, like the English alphabet

It's not like I loathe people.
   Although, I most certainly dislike the ripple.

It's not like I can't deal with it.
   The reason is plain and simple, I'll admit. 

I just don't want to tell any lies.
   Or sound delusional and sever all ties.

I'm taking a break from neglect or inadvertent words.
   And keeping my eyes focused just on The Bird.

It's finally time to bear the fruits.
   Past few years spent in developing new roots.

I waited all too long to jeopardize.
   They'll only coerce words within me to antagonize.

For some time, in this bubble be.
   Until harvest time, a full grown fruit tree.

-RUELHA 
www.ruelha.com
Pic credit:marharetstreetchurchofchrist.org

38 Comments

    1. I completely agree Wael. Reflecting God’s love is a great way of life. I am all for fellowship and brotherhood. But i feel some moments require the recharge of quiet introspection and alone time with God just to focus….a while

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        1. I have been known to be an ‘extreme case’….as my mom puts it πŸ˜…β˜ΊπŸ˜….I’m always either on one end of the other. I don’t balance well πŸ˜…πŸŽ€πŸ˜„πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

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    1. Thank you soooo much Parneet πŸŽ€πŸ™πŸΌπŸ˜€πŸ™πŸΌπŸŽ€
      That’s such a kind thing to say. πŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌ

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  1. A good clean poem it’s nice to reflect on who are your real friends the Lord is your real friend he listens to your conversations and acts accordingly

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