i(and my)Phone

Excitement at its peak,
When I first held it in hand,
The world might call it "smart phone",
But mine, I just can't stand.

I treasure it like gold,

Its covers I have six,
Yet it has a sickness,
That no doctor can fix.

It freezes while I text,
It crashes twice a day,
I so want a new phone,
But out of my first pay.

All these apps on Play Store,

They surely seem to lure,
But tell me, what's the point of it,
When your phone has no cure!

Now mine is on its deathbed,
It's just a matter of time,
I don't yet want to give up,
To try my luck- no crime!

Facebook

Gone are the days when drugs,

Were the only source of addiction,
There's a new one called Facebook,
And there's simply no restriction!

Making friends and being in touch,
Was what we thought it's about,
Turns out there's much more to it,
It's a blessing, no doubt!

But take a moment to think this through,
And ask yourself, how much of it is true,
They like comment and even share,
But do they all genuinely care?

Statuses, check-ins and the uploads,
Would all be worth indeed,
If the thousand in your "friend list",
Could help in times of need!

PINK

Why do they associate,

The pretty colour PINK,

With just the feminine gender?

Something stupid, I think. 

From dresses, to bags, to shoes,

Girls love it in anyway, 

But a shirt of this same colour, 

For a guy is considered gay! 

I wonder how a colour can,

Affect masculinity of men,
To rate a guy who's wearing pink, 

For me is "Perfect 10". 

Ancestors? Parents? Or Society?

I don't know who's to blame, 

But one thing is for certain, 

We need to end this game!