I sway and swing my hands
in the air, jump and sing;
clap, clap, clap, to the beats of
Coldplay. It’s a party with lights
on my wristband and the stage.
But there are more lights!
blink, blink, blink, they sparkle
like a disco in every hand,
soon the entire stadium is
twinkling with flashlights.
I want to see, but a million
screens are in my line of sight.
Stop! I want to scream. Stop
making this another YouTube
video experience, I want to yell.
Can you see the moon crown
the stage? or the laser lights
dance across the stadium?
Probably not. It’s just another
post, a grainy, out of focus photo
or video, a selfie most likely,
on Facebook or Instagram.
I want to stay real and feel,
my phone is not on my mind.
But there are a million screens
in my line of sight. And I see
the stage through a screen alright.
It’s just another Youtube video
That I could have watched in bed
Instead of braving crowds, traffic,
and flat beer. Realness is dead.
By: Sruthi hamsini