Alone I stood in the midst of my thoughts,
Gazing the cloudless sky with a mild smile.
It was not too late to be called a night neither earlier to call it an evening,
For the first time I stood unaccompanied by my mobile phone, trying to sort some meaning.
The rising moonlight showed me, I was not the real me!!
I was just a face that hid behind an emoji that was never free.
Neither the 'good morning' nor the 'good night' I typed was true,
My emojis somehow managed to conceal my blues.
The keypad showed so many faces but I failed finding the real one!
I somewhere failed when I started measuring love in the form of likes,
However, it was the emoji that broke my stereotypes!
Thanks to the creators of emojis, they somehow saved my relationships,
Because the laugh I showed people was just a smile amd the smile was nothing more than its actual look!
No matter how sad, angry, frustrated and depressed I was,
That simple smile on keypad covered up all the flaws.
Why wasn't I real, why wasn't I able to show up what I really am?
The silent moon and the dim stars had no answers as well!
The phone rang up, and a message poped out,
With no deep intentions I just put on an emoji!!