Fear Of Missing Out

This is the phobia many of the readers are plagued by.

I came to know about it just recently through an article published in the newspaper. Many people these days think that if they don't have a "Facebook", "Twitter", "G+" or any other social website account, or if their mobile doesn't have "Whatsapp" or any other so-called "social application" in "a smartphone" then they think that they are missing out on worldly affairs and start taming a phobia, dubbed F.O.M.O. by psychologists around the globe.

I am disillusioned by the need of an indispensable online society where people all behave in a virtual manner and project themselves to be the best.

I cupped my hands
Like a cave,
Whispered in
And smelled decay.

I took a peek
Through life's keyhole,
Saw our miserable
World unfold.

I placed an ear
To our globe's wall,
Heard the sobbing
Caterwauls.

I laid my hands
On friends and foes,
Forgot, forgave
The lies and blows.

With all my senses
I repent
The grief I caused,
I live content.

I recycle,
I reduce,
And when it's healthy,
I reuse.
That's how we deal
With tin can blues.

I ripped the curtains
Off the window,
Tore the carpet
Off the floor,
I kow what I am looking for.

I emptied cupboards
And sideboards,
Cleaned out the basement,
Checked my stores,
I know what I am looking for.

I searched the attic
And the shed,
Was it all
Just in my head?
I hear you,
Feel you,
Know you're here;
I know what I am looking for.
Yet Poe's one word keeps haunting me:
*Nevermore.

my mind is full of green grass and daisies
a wild garden in the progress of itself
it will happen this coming summer
just there, outside the window
more summers than I can count
my mind is full of green grass and daisies
and spring has yet to be sprung
a wild garden has a home in my mind
just there, planted behind my eyes

I have a little friend that lives
within my beard, she is my
morning wake up call as she
pecks and chirps in my ears.

People think it may be strange
to have a little bird in my beard,
but she never goes hungry, as she
cleans all the crumbs from
my breakfast, lunch and tea.

I have a smile each and everyday,
for when I look in to the mirror, I
see her in her nest beard, looking
back at me.

So if ever walking and see me talking
and chirping, know I am not as
crazy as I seem, I'm just chatting
to my friend who lives within my beard.