Wordplay: The Reading Spot

A poem on the pandemic... ( Image: this is supposedly a symbol of positivity) Do you remember the days when all kids begged For no school for a week, and a vacation instead? Do you remember yearning for rest at home And laying back, forgetting that colleague's tone? Do you remember when a holiday was all you wanted, And photos of travels and trips were flaunted? Well, its sad, and sadly true Times have changed, and no one knew That their lives would change so much, in a way That would make every day a holiday. But this change, too, had a twist The outside world, now fear has kissed. There are people crying everywhere, They feel helpless, drowning in despair Loved ones lost, to an enemy unseen But waiting, enveloping everywhere we've been. A virus has cost us these lives and souls Leaving us shaken by the events that unfold. A child, young, and new to the world Was ready to play, and happily learn The new topics his mother decided to teach him,  But that's when the news hit ...

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop... I was heading home from work that evening, tired and worn out. It had been a rough day at work, and I still had to get the weekly groceries.                                                                 "Milk, biscuits, a few vegetables...", I repeated the list to myself to ensure I wouldn't forget it. It was quite difficult, considering the fact that it was quite foggy and the road wasn't clearly visible. Luckily, for me, I had driven these roads for seven years now, so I knew them like the back of my hand.  Fog wouldn't engulf our small town till at least, late November, usually. It was a little surprising to see it this early in October, but it didn't affect me, for I knew the way.  My head started to blank out. I was just too exhausted. I fought the sleep in my eyes and pres...

Very often, you'll hear them say Animals are wild creatures that prey Who don't have minds, who don't have brains They'll attack and hurt you anyway. These speakers are humans, no doubt Who speak, act and even shout Who claim that man is an intelligent being And think the world is blind in seeing Just what lies are being told About the events that unfold. There was a story in the news one day A man was bitten by a stray 'What a wild dog that was", the man would say These animals really miss cells in grey. But what the world oversees In this poem, I will reveal You think it's mild, but it is not "Who is the real villain", have you ever thought? Well, I hate to break it to thee But look in the mirror, and you will see. Once a man was too loud "Please lower the volume", he found A man saying, from behind This angered the man's uncontrolled mind. What happened next will shock you In the man's eyes you could see a reddish hue He clenc...

  It was my first day at Bayview High. The whole middle school period felt like forever to me, and honestly, I had been looking forward to high school...it felt like a whole different league. Bayview High was a totally different place. It was humongous, and I knew it'd take me long to memorize a mental-map of the place. While going through these thoughts, I heard a quaint voice say from behind me, "Hey, you new here? I'm Josh, nice to meet you!" I turned back to acknowledge this, and was greeted by an average heighted kid, about 5 foot-two. He had blondish hair, and had grey eyes. He smiled and nodded, indicating me to introduce myself. "Um, hey. I'm David...Do you mind showing me where exactly my class is?" "Sure! Follow me!!", he said. I noticed a little too much joy in his voice, but I ignored it and followed him into the premises. Just two turns here and there, and I was already confused. There were at least ten different corridors, and fiv...

  Where did you/I  keep/forget/lose it? Mr. Winston was in a hurry that afternoon, for his well-earned vacation was just around the corner...err,  hours of driving away. For this trip, he had prepared and dreamed of for days...and was excited to do absolutely nothing. "That's what a  vacation is!", he used to say. That afternoon, he had gone along with his son, Harry, to the hair cut salon across the street. His wife had specifically told him to go with a quick cut and get home fast, as the journey to the villa was a long road trip. Nonetheless, Mr. Winston couldn't say no to the relaxing head massage.  In about an hour, Mr. Winston was done, so was his son, and he pulled out his phone to see five missed calls and seven angry messages from his wife. He trembled and proceeded to scan the payment code of the salon.  But, to his surprise, it said that the account he was paying to was invalid. A little afraid, and a little confused, he showed the message to the...

  Pick your scream.... "That was a really tough fight you put up, teddy bear.", Rob said, a grin on his face.  "Nobody can beat me though....you did try your best." Rob, Mark and Benjamin were cousins, staying over at Rob's place for a night out. All three of them loved to play carrom, the custom game-mode "Money" specifically. Rob and his dad practiced carrom almost every weekend, so he was quite good at the game. Mark and Benjamin on the other hand, were struggling to get each shot in. Hence, Rob didn't have to sweat to get them out. "Mark, don't feel bad...this guy plays everyday...we still got far..." Benjamin said consolingly. Mark acknowledged this, and cheered up a bit. "Rob, now that we're done with a game of your choice and dinner of Benjamin's choice, can we at least have dessert of my choice?" Rob and Benjamin said together, "Sure, but it has to be ice-cream."                              ...

He's gaping, and he's waiting.... In the little neighborhood of Griffin Street, the children are told not to go out of their house after 6pm.  It is because of the local folklore about a stranger, a power or a creature. It is an unwelcome entity. It is said that the creature has a liking for kids. Their tender skin, their innocent souls and confused self's are what lure the creature to consume them. According to the stories so told, the creature eats their bodies and fuses their souls into him, making him stronger. There haven't been any recorded sightings of the creature.  Mainly because no adults have seen the creature, and no kids have survived to tell the tale. However, the attacks of the creature haven't been recorded in the past two years, since the curfew 6pm was made mandatory. Children didn't listen at first, but they soon obliged, as they started to notice some of their dear friends missing. Their bodies were never found, just few drops of their innoce...

A poem written on the Covid-19 pandemic... Break Through the Net Hard times have come by Where all have to stay inside, But fear not, as this won't be for long It will pass just as quick, if we all stand strong. But until then we all must stay At home, be it night or day For if you  do catch this disease Your pleasant life will momentarily cease. This virus is a terrible pest It makes each person a victim, a nest But it affects only people who Don't wear a mask, even though they're told to. Your family's fate depends on what you do Embrace the virus, or shield your family and you For if you want to save your kin Let's start with the steps to win. Step one, wear a mask at all times As all outside particles are infected mines And don't leave your home unless The necessities at home are really less. Step two, maintain your distance With everyone, even your family, for instance This will keep you out of reach Of the particles causing Covid-19. Step three, wash your...

  A short story that could be our future, if we don't.... I t was a bright sunny morning, perfect for the kids to look at some remarkable antiques and old stuff owned by people in the early 20th century. They always found creatures like dogs, cats and others pretty fascinating, since they were nowhere to be seen nowadays. Other things were planes and ships, which were used for "travelling" according to some historians. Ships fascinated them the most, as the people still hadn't found out how humans used them. Like there are some theories that "water" was used as a medium of transport, but they couldn't be sure, as there was so little of it. The young guide took the school kids through the gates of the National Museum. She asked them their names, to which the eldest said - "I'm US234, survivor from the Americas. This is IN2245, from south India and that is BZ567 from Brazil. We would like to go down the Greens Sector." They followed her t...

I've written a book!!? Check the post to find out.... Hey there.... Hope you are doing well, wherever you are. Dark times have enveloped Hogwarts, and our world too. But I assure you, we can get through this as a team, by staying home and helping our people...But, nevertheless, I've got NEWS! (It's completely sterile, mind you) It's packed with enough happiness to boost your immunity system and hammer Corona's hope. Ok, let's get to it already.... My story, 14% Battery, is out on KINDLE! Jack Hill has finally agreed and co-operated with me...he is out on Kindle, waiting for you to pull out your phone and discharge your batteries by reading his experience! Isn't that marvellous! Initially, there wasn't a lesson from the original story...but now there is! It is to not get as close as Jack got to the de Cruzs' and stay at least a fence apart. So, WHAT are you waiting for? Go, buy his exclusive experience by the name "14% Battery: Keep Your Pho...