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Are we #Connected?

On a Day we Accomplish – a much awaited Dream,
On a Day we Party hard – not hearing our own Scream;
On a Day we Need someone – to just hold our Hand,
On a Day we wait on the Shore – washing away gets the Sand…

Do we crave for Love or for the Abundant Likes,
Do we Adore people only with Tattoos & Spikes;
Do we know to Speak – if not how to Tweet,
Do we know to be Kind – if not to look Sweet…

On a Day she Accepts to Marry,
On a Day Together we see a movie Scary;
On a Day we miserably Fail,
On a Day we see a cute small Snail…

Do we capture the Moment – even without a Cam,
Do we look Around – or are busy clearing tablet’s RAM;
Do we crave for a Hug – or prefer going Offline under the Rug,
Do we taste the Coffee – or stare at the Selfie stuck on the Mug…

It’s Time we get off our Eyes – Out our Phone,
It’s Time we Laugh Now – than to later Moan;
It’s Time we Respect the Human – behind the Username,
It’s Time We Start Living – before running Out of Lives in this very #DigitalGame…

A Miss. ..

Miss the time to be shared,

Miss the family to be cared;

Miss the confession to be made,
Miss the foundation to be laid...

Miss the campaign I never led,

Miss the words I never said;

Miss the needy I never fed,

Miss the mistakes instead... 

Miss the moment together,
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...

Miss the team to belong,
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...

Miss the gushing river,

Miss the breezy shiver;

Miss the so dry rain,

Miss the heat & pain...

Miss the toys to play,
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;

Miss the bench-mate who copied,
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...

Do we need a second life to recollect this ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?