Oct 31, 2016

On Facebook

You post your prim and perfect lives,
Your decked up drawing room, smiling faces of kids, your new designer kurti,
your picture perfect household...
your poems are inspired by starlit sky ;

I struggle to post my petty drudgery of a life,
my poetic muse resides on the toilet seat
I desperately search in my picture folder
desperately trying to find something worth posting
desperately trying to be "you"

while, all the time, perhaps,
you were desperately trying to be "me"