I opened my eyes
I stretched my hand
I got out of the bed
And forced myself to go ahead

I walked out of my room
And i saw hand with a broom
When i looked up
I asked my mother What's up

  My Mother was in ANGER
In the other hand she took HANGER
My mother was like in BATTLE
And played with me like SHUTTLE

   It was month of NOVEMBER
Which i always REMEMBER

I'm an addict
Hours turns to days
Days turns to month
Need to get away
Need to escape from this
Face with book of reality;
      
Write Status
Write on Wall
What's everyone upto
What's on your mind
Post a picture
Hit like
Write a comment
Add a friend
Ignore and confirm
Poke them, Poke back
Create a group, a page, a event;

Time passed by
time wasting
All time spent of facebook

Single Chat,Group chat
Truth or Dare
left conversation, i'm sorry
added to conversation
never played the game together;

Avoiding Social Network
keeping what's private; private
realizing importance of me          
I'm an addict of Facebook

I'm here
two weeks without FB
and i'm still breathing;