Wordplay: The Reading Spot

Pressing the little circle, the screen lit up And displayed what tech had borne; Entering the website's 'trending' section Duly kept me yearning for more. Little rectangles covered the screen Each full of colours, red, blue, green; And every little rectangle, every day Held ideas never before seen. That was how my routine began The fireplace with pieces to remember, Talent flourished, and quiet without To behold creative embers. But then the flames faded away The genius fireplace now reduced to coal, All us watchers, just us remained Sitting in quiet, alone. Now every rectangle looks the same, all grey Futile right down to the core Yearning for some sights anew Full of life as before. Now, tired of looking for brand new feats, And weary of watching them roast I turn off the screen, and in the glass My reflection shows me what matters the most. -Armaan Kothare

I lay back in my chair Watching the seconds tick by, Don't know how much longer I'll wait But I'll do it without a sigh. The tea is already cold The careman's stopped asking 'why'; My schedule has known no chores I just plan on getting by. I think of all the different things I could undertake to pass time, But I know now, there's no point in them Money now earnt is nought but futile. It wasn't always quite like this Life had much more smiles, Mostly mine, but some my son's It's true! Trust this rhyme. We'd talk each day, and all day long He'd share his days with me and Mom But as time ran on, we edged away Buried in our own days, all day long. Things escalated as the world moved on A lot less smiles, each with their share of wrongs Playing and singin' songs are mere memories, Ones I find hard to recall. One fine day, we ended up on a plane Young sonny's wife said he'd booked a place "Mom and Dad's Weekend Getaway...

One man's loss is another's gain... Up and above where we couldn't see Lay a whole world of opportunity; When down on the land, we feared the end of time In pride and glory lived the ones of the skies. These fair spirits lived simple lives Lives so fair, they didn't ever die They ignored us, and ignorance is bliss And that's how they missed our petty conflicts. Yet one day, all of this changed A young and pure spirit glanced down at our pains She proposed to others to intervene And help us fix the flaws she'd seen. The clouds were divided by the saw of opinion Some chose the spirit, others chose their pride The others saw us for what our acts were And chose to let us little sinners die. The sky erupted in a storm of chaos And darkened with the essence of negative thought Due to disagreements, the spirits became us And so, a violent path, in vain, was sought. Along with peace, hope was shed that day Who won the fight? Not one can say; But as their blood poured do...

  This post contains all three parts of "Beyond the Light", compiled and modified for your convenience and pleasure! I hope you like the story, and feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions in the comments section :) Enjoy! Chapter 1- The Chamber It had been three days since the mysterious, purple colored cardboard box was brought to the Calonian research facility, just a week after the Great war had ended. Egor and Anatoly would normally have discarded the box, but the mysterious purple fumes coming out of it compelled them not to. Ever since the box had been brought to their chamber, Egor and Anatoly had kept a constant check on it; its sudden vigorous movements, the way the fumes fused with the air, the often light pounding noises coming from within...they noted down all of it. Every detail was to be recorded, for they couldn't risk the possibility of letting out a potential spying device. The end of the war  didn't necessarily cancel out the chances o...

  Note: The countries referred to or mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious and weren't used with the intent to hurt any person's sentiments or to target any particular group of people. III. Disclosure It was a special night. Nina and Antin's parents had cooked their favorite dishes for dinner; and it most certainly suited the occasion: the twins had finished their school year, Mrs. Gregory had been approached by a new client, and Mr. Gregory considered being alive a reason enough to celebrate. Especially due to the fact that they'd managed to be unharmed throughout the war, and today was the day it'd all end. That night, dinner was attended by four humble smiles, each ready to begin a new phase in their life. 'This dinner was worth the wait', young Antin thought to himself as he was about to attack his borscht. The past few weeks were exhausting for the family; they had to live in hiding. Brown paper plastered their windows, bullet storms curbed th...

Note: The countries referred to or mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious and weren't used with the intent to hurt any person's sentiments or to target any particular group of people. II. Portal Developments Calonia and Argenia were two countries that were always at war. Now, the reason for this enmity was the very formation of Argenia. Calonia used to be a huge country...but due to some political and religious differences in the outlooks of the people, a lot of the states split up to form individual countries. Argenia was one of these newly formed countries, and what remained of Calonia, wanted its territories back. Anatoly and Egor drove around eastern Pentin for about three hours, but to no avail. Although some people did tell them the locations of the people with the names "Antin" and "Nina", none of the sources located ones that were twins or with the surname "Gregory". The scientists were on the brink of giving up, but halfway throug...

Why We Need Bad Things However advanced humans have become till date, there are certain questions that we just don't know the correct answers to.  Maybe it's because they don't have a single answer....maybe it's because these questions are better off as questions, for the answers could be something totally unexpected. However, that doesn't stop us from trying to find explanations for them. You see, one of the most primary characteristics of humans is "curiosity", and we just don't stop looking for an answer. One such unanswered question is: Why do bad things exist?  One may say: "Well, God accidently dropped some bad stuff into Earth (like lizards for example [sorry, lizard lovers]) before drifting off into his eternal sleep." One could also say: "Life is one long bad thing with little intervals of happiness that act as sedatives." While we may never know the correct answer to the question, it doesn't hurt to come up with your o...

Note: The countries referred to or mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious and weren't used with the intent to hurt any person's sentiments or to target any particular group of people. I. The Chamber It had been three days since the mysterious, purple colored cardboard box was brought to the Calonian research facility, just a week after the Great war had ended. Egor and Anatoly would normally have discarded the box, but the mysterious purple fumes coming out of it compelled them not to. Ever since the box had been brought to their chamber, Egor and Anatoly had kept a constant check on it; its sudden vigorous movements, the way the fumes fused with the air, the often light pounding noises coming from within...they noted down all of it. Every detail was to be recorded, for they couldn't risk the possibility of letting out a potential spying device. The end of the war  didn't necessarily cancel out the chances of revolt attempts. They had to be a hundred percent su...

Gold with the heart's touch.... Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a young and poor farmer named Horatio. Horatio was a very hardworking man, but lately his business had been going really rough for him. This was because his land had been infested with the seasonal pests and a strange crop killing virus. Due to this, most of his plants died out before he could even collect them. Despite his losses, he made it a point to help anyone he came across who was in need. He was very generous at heart, and never let someone leave his home with an empty stomach. But things had changed now. He barely made any money, and was really worried about whether he'd have to leave the kingdom. The kingdom, Avion, was ruled over by the ambitious king called Matthew Naples. Matthew was a very ambitious ruler, and like every other ruler, wanted to conquer most of the southern continent for exploiting its metal ores. This was his ultimate goal, and each month since he became the ruler, ...