Written by: Kripa Bhandari - 21129, Grade XI
Posted on: 17 March, 2020
The trees are in their autumn beauty; the woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight, the water –mirror’s a still sky.
When I first met you, I wished to have a golden pair of sparkling shoes,
I thought you would get me like Prince Charming;
traveling the whole town while I wait for you in my shiny shoes!
My dream had come true and I was your beauty and you were my beast,
I wished I were, but that sweet a character in any fairytale.
But like in every fairytale mine story had a twist;
Love took my dignity while my dignity knew no love.
“zzzzzz” my mobile bombinated with a sweet ringer,
I checked my phone and saw it was you – my love! Or so I thought!
You said, “I want you and I wish to behold the beauty you hide!”
I denied and I cried and I pleaded to conclude!
But – you changed; persisted and turned stubborn and rude,
Afraid of losing you I changed my mind and mood.
I switched on to my front camera – selfie mode!
And in its frame I lay – just I!
My pride, my shyness, my dignity – I lay all behind!
And a “click”
I sent you every curve and edges of my body – unseen were my soul and heart engraved in it!
As the moon bid goodbye and the sun ray’s penetrated the dawn,
I woke up assuming that my relationship has taken a new shape and I the protagonist,
the lover like in any fairytale!
But then my mobile started bombinating again- unusually,
I thought it was you – perhaps you were sorry or you wanted to talk something of merry!
I blushed – thinking and framing our cute future pictures – the love birds!
But then I saw my friend texting me those pictures – those intimate pictures!
I was to be seen – only I !
I was low; repulsive what perhaps should have been a mark of love turned hideous!
I slit my wrist;
The mark on my wrist is a testament of my folly which I must confess!
I lay there bleeding and saw my mother – a phone in her hand,
How I wished she could never see her puku withered, ashamed and shattered!
I cried, I begged and I pleaded for forgiveness,
And she stood there - in despair.
And that was it, I saw my fairytale befall into innumerable pieces,
I realized – neither was I sleeping beauty nor snow white
A moment of silence and I felt my life had turned bright!
I got my happily ever after, in a hereafter
Perhaps what they call a paradise!
