Tr-ending (Poem-13)

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