Clock Of Harmony

Empty rooms don't talk
They just keep staring
Back at you;
Memories play games
Oscillating between
Unpleasant pleasantness;
A chair...forever
Laid back,
Always welcoming;
Desktop eyes
Shine with glee
Defying the
Air Conditioned
Darkness.
Google with its
Over generousness,
Induces half intelligence;
Twitter birds
Chirp merrily
While a few
Croak disenchantment.

A room full of opinions
Puts the house in order;
It's a new world
That has invented
A new clock of harmony;
Loneliness isn't a curse,
Maybe its an opportunity
To rediscover yourself.