Staring again, on the shiny display,
Leaving me to a state of dismay;
Life as it is, glowing away,
All is just a touch away.
No need for me to leave my sweet home,
Measured as lazy, surrounded by some,
All has changed, can find all my chum;
Be it friend or just any of them.
Addicted I am to my black mirror,
Anonymous I could be a terror;
Surfing the space hiding all the horror,
Like an arrow shot from a quiver.
Swiping my life left or right,
Up or down, it may be alright.
Eyes are weary with all the light,
But I can’t blink for that’s my plight.
Sleep is gone but I want to show,
That I am happy to friend or foe;
Be it raining or let it snow,
My life is perfect in online show.
I may not talk or I may not smile,
For I may see you once a while;
All I look is at your profile,
And making mine ahead a mile.
I claim that I know it all,
The mirror showing, big or small;
Surrounding myself with a Chinese wall,
Mingling is not my protocol.
Google is my friend for life,
Carving my mind like a butchers knife;
Reality leads me to strife,
Just like being an angry wife.
The mirror orders the food I eat,
Also decides the few I meet;
A day goes wasted without a tweet,
For that just makes a day complete.
I don’t feel the traffic lights,
For a text to read, that’s my rights;
Question me that turns to fights,
For I know how from all those sites.
Who is it on the black mirror screen?
What has changed, is it my cuisine?
I used to be a human pristine
But now I look like butter bean.
I am going bit short of breath,
As confronted by the big black death;
Like the lot, am just a sheth,
I am addicted , just like meth.
Like a teddy, for a toddler,
The big black screen, is my brother;
I may not just be popular,
But it’s that I just don’t bother.
The greatest wish is to switch it off,
But I go wary as hiding a cough;
I say the truth for I don’t bluff,
I just always hope it was not so tough.