Selfie-Birthday Boomerang Poem

I'm fifty-eight today
a sliver shy of sixty
if I've not hell to pay
I'd call that truly nifty
the world is strange & shifty!
who spreads the bright array?
a sliver shy of sixty
I'm fifty-eight today
 

A Shi for Pragya in yonder New Jersey

The kind of friends I wanted in life were invariably found on social networks. I wasn't destined to have friends like Friends.

Pragya Mishra Thakur (in a Facebook status update)

My bosom chums are Facebook friends & tweeters
my cronies are all cyberspatial figments
how rarely are we "meet me on the street"ers
our friendship's toned with text plus pixel pigments

day after day we share our thoughts & notions
year after year we glimpse each others' lives
though parted by large lands & vasty oceans
we buzz one tone from far & distant hives
 

A Question or, A Quip Re: "Bogus News" [gnomic verse]

If your silence-breaking    O Parvardigar!
   has thusfar never the headlines grabbed
in the New York Times   tell me how Avatar!
   has Lewinsky this precise honor nabbed?