(1)
I think—
Love is like Wi-Fi now,
The wrong password breaks the connection,
Yet the signal always drifts through the sky.

(2)
You will ask me—
“Are you online?”
I will say—
“Yes, but the heart is offline.”

(3)
The weather turned scientific today,
The clouds are gathering data,
The rain descends—
Like a new update,
One that nobody can skip.

(4)
The river—
An ancient poem,
Yet new every single day.
The people sitting by its banks
Copy-paste their own stories,
But the water never commits plagiarism.

(5)
When you smile—
The neurons in my brain
Hold a ‘Zoom Meeting’ together,
Passing a single resolution—
“This is love, do not delete.”

(6)
I have seen—
How people hide their sorrows
Beneath the mask of emojis.
How much 😢 is buried inside this 🙂,
No ‘app’ has ever been able to analyze.

(7)
Nature—
A simple professor,
In whose classroom
There is no attendance;
But whoever listens just once—
Passes for a lifetime.

(8)
You and I—
Two devices,
Linked by the Bluetooth of an unknown love.
Sometimes the pairing fails,
Sometimes the data transfers—
And sometimes,
Silence becomes the name of the file.

(9)
I will ask—
“Is this love a lie?”
You will smile and reply—
“It is an experiment,
The results of which are always unpredictable.”

(10)
People now
Upload their dreams to the cloud,
But the mind—
Is still locked in the local drive,
Where viruses reside,
And where poetry lives, too.

(11)
When you arrive—
I ‘reboot’ myself,
Deleting the old errors,
Installing a brand-new version—
Named:
“Life with You 2.0”

(12)
In the end,
This is all I know—
Love is not an app
That can be downloaded.
It is a natural phenomenon—
Where the heart,
Science,
Nature,
And strange human behavior—
Sit together and write poetry.

(13)
And that poem—
One day, arrives silently,
And touches me.
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