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
by Armaan Kothare