Being a Minimalist

I can afford, but I'll buy less, a resolution I make,

Now to get, rid of the books- a hundred -give or take.

De-clutter your closet, clean your desk, intentions good and nice,

The drive to earn, to be able to waste- I'm paying a heavy price. 

I can achieve, but I'll do less, I'll focus and work deep,

Throw out the goals- big and small, only a few I'll keep.

The one Wildly Important Goal, will call the shots from now,

To have unfulfilled dreams and goals, I'll have to learn how. 

I can network, but I choose not, what I have is enough,

Shallow ties may bring you jobs, deep ties bring you love. 

Time to prune the Facebook friends, on Twittter unfollow some, 

In my desire to be happy/ fulfilled, leave others burnt / lonesome. 

I can be, a hundred things, psych-lover, programmer, philosopher,

But if I really want to declutter my life, I'll be a poet- and only for her.

Boycott Politics

Hurting of sentiments, can lead to riots,

You can boycott a series, you can exercise your rights,

If you don't like something, why clamor for its ban?

Relegate it to the dusts of history, let it be also ran.

 

Posting a nasty message, can lead to siege,

Better ban the account, he's no longer part of the league.

Let him be dislocated from every social media account,

Lets ensure no one reads him, that his views don't count.

What is good for the goose should be good for the gander,

If a provocative series allowed, why ban a man- its pure slander,

Both have the power, to pollute, millions of minds,

And we have equal power, to ignore them, and their kinds. 

Freedom of expression my foot! We allow web-series and ban men?

Lets be cautious in granting too much power, to organized giants and their henchmen.

The Social Dilemma

The desire to remain connected, with friends of past,

Morphed into being validated, by a network that's vast.

Made us Zombies who share mindlessly, in return for comments or likes, 

We made Facebook our natural home, ignoring the depression and anxiety hikes.

The desire to know better, our children and the Gen Y,

Made us experiment and be curious, they were on this platform why?

Sharing photos of food and selfies, scrolling through stories and reels,

We tried to get a hang of Insta, not caring how lonely, it for most folks feels.

 

The desire to be there for them, our parents, long lost uncles and aunts,

Made us bear with all those forwards - the power that 1-click share grants,

The good mornings, the lame jokes, the political vitriol and diatribes, 

We got onto the WhatsApp bandwagon, not minding the poisoning of our tribes.

Enough is enough, I'm transitioning, from WhatsApp via Telegram to Signal

Either mind your ways, or prepare for divorce, our relationship likely to annul. 

The last link (persona non-grata part 2)

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you can get rid of triggers, can the memories themselves be shelved?
you can turn a heart to stone, what about the emotions that once swelled?
you can destroy the cage where the bird once dwelt; or erase the songs that were taped;
you can destroy all evidence, break free from chains,  but isn't it the striving that's really caged?

you may deny from yourself, you may sincerely believe,
what happened in the past was a big make-believe,
but what is happening now, is just act 1, part 2,
was the deception not enough that we have to now make-do?

and pretend that our paths never crossed in this life,
after all nothings more precious - that being a man and wife;
and that we couldn't be, so let the friendship be damned,
even a past crossing of paths has to be erased and banned?

unfriending is oh so cool, I hope you've thought through
Twitter and Facebook was fine, but LinkedIn too?