Social Networking Or Hate Mongering?

Today, was going through my news feed a little more keenly than usual... 

Realized, facebook started with 'Me' and I wanted to tell you about 'Myself' .. 

A study during those days said 'People low on self esteem feel the need to update their social networking status to seek attention'. Did sound alarming but was anyone harmed? No.  

Then it became a community, and 'We' wanted to tell 'Us' about 'Ourselves' ... 

Pages, sharing things about themselves. Again, an attention seeking strategy. But at least they were confined to who wanted to see them. Was anyone harmed? Again, No. 

Now, it's about 'Me' telling 'Us' about 'Them' ... 

Why? Isn't this an alternative to gossiping? Here, am I not being that sneaky low life kid from school who everyone hated, because I would tell the teacher about all your wrongdoings?! 

No doubt you sell news/information but do you really need to? Are we so jobless that we need to share someone else's news on our walls instead of 'we' telling 'us' about 'us'? I wonder how did we even get to this.. 

You follow, you read and you be done with it.. Why share on my feed? I follow you, not them who feed you with news.. 

You know, this whole circle of hate will end when we talk about us, you and me.. 

Let the news be where it should be, and you will see how the hate will stop selling itself ... 

They sell what we buy ... Let's stop buying hate for once ... Shall We?

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And Yes, Said It Was, A Long Time Ago..

Sometimes, we might be too close...

But the distance within, is too large...

What on other days, is just a convoke..

Sometimes, is a cry, unanswered... 

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If I Sum It Up...

It used to rain sometimes..

While I used to be on my way..

I used to get all soaked up..

While taking the important way...

Life was simple, the needs little..

Joy was countless, even in them..

That little upward curve was worth everything..

The everything that eventually was...

Then maybe my presence was felt..

Maybe too much, too much to take..

I was abandoned, given up..

Left to just a dust, over an unused shelf..

The hate grew, and so did the distance..

It came fast, even with life on a slow.. 

Those little things became a burden, after all..

Everything so hateful, everything a curse..

And then, the blame,

the hurtful words,

the cheerless conversations,

the lifeless smiles...

A day to remember, is all I have..

A morning full of me is all what's left..

The day is long, the night too dark...

My sight.. short... My prayers.. unheard.. 

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A Minute Of Retrospection..

Everything is just so possible ..

Hopelessness has just so little place in our lives ..

But, where do we find it?

Within? Within what?

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