SELFIES

Selfies…
Is it our
Fascination with the stranger?
In an image
We know  to be
“Me”
Sometimes distant
Or smiling at self
To self
For self
Please let me be
A different
Me.
One who does not
Know
The pain
Of me
I pose
For myself
I look
Into my eyes
Click a pic
Papparazzi
I am raped
I am stalked
I am haunted
By me.

Selfie

Schemes

It was the time at which
Tears shed monsoons
It scorched with a repetitive pain
I cannot seem to perfect
I look now to my cotton candy world
In which the tiny demon’s feet 
Have been bound
They walked so destructively 
Through my mind
I can no longer be
A permanent guest 
In their schemes