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Swathilris Mar 2018
A puppet.
And a broken toy.

Sitting at the edge of something beautiful
Yet I’m running from my reflection
Smiling at the camera, with your arms around me
Yet screaming, crying, breaking
Who have I become?
What have I become?

Standing at the pinnacle of happinesss
But waking up the next second
Seeing the sun smile down gently
But feeling the drought choke my throat
Seeing the rain caress my skin
But feeling the hailstones pierce my soul.

Mirrors shattering, bombs exploding
Still hopelessly waiting for a release.

The black sky mocks my black heart
Asking who has a better shade
The world explodes in neon colours of love
Coaxing me to smile, but I can only ask
How can a raven change into a dove?

Do you see me now?
Are you still proud of your child?

Now dangling from the cliff
What am I holding onto?
I see you there
Your voice is a faint melody I yearn to erase
They are telling me to stop
But I’m far too gone

And I jump.
Swathilris Feb 2018
If you can't see the tears in my eyes,
How will you see the fire in my heart?
Swathilris Feb 2018
She opened her fragile eyes only to see a tensed face,
Anxiously staring back at her, as if in a daze.

She danced in her tiny frock, without a worry in the world
She was after all a four year old bundle of joy, yet to face the difficulties hurled.

Growing up wasn't as easy as she had thought, just another eight year old
Occasional fight with mom, still young and servile.

She was now thirteen, crying, breaking, struggling to cope
Unexpected quagmires on the way left her desperately holding on to a vanishing ray of hope.

She turned eighteen, the debris of her once beautiful life underneath her feet
Every fragment of the shattered mirror portrayed her sunken eyes, the pain was bittersweet.

Twenty now, and their callous words still echoed within the steel bars of her heart
When did it get so complicated?she whispered softly, as she saw her life fall apart.

She was twenty five already; with bleeding hands she slowly picked up the scattered pieces, but now she was sure
She would not look back, and for the first time act brave and mature.

She promised herself to never believe their cruel words again
Bullies will always be bullies, it's time to forget the pain.

She learnt to dance in the rain, learnt to laugh again
She learnt to throw her hands around and live like a child again.
Life is beautiful but short, so never say never
Live it to your fullest, forever and after
Swathilris Feb 2018
Her dark soul glowed under the glimmer of his eyes, and her walls crumpled into smokeless ashes. Her withered dreams blossomed into amber buds of hope and her heart thawed the frozen ice that had numbed her body. His one touch lighted up her shattered world and neon lights decorated the voids in her soul.

She was beautiful.

But she masked her screams under cigarette smoke and painted ****** sketches of death on her fragile arms with crimson tears. But that day, under the moonlight, she saw a piece of herself inside his eyes. She saw metaphors. She saw faded agony.
And she understood.
She realised that he had had a broken heart too.


But he never gave up. She did.
Swathilris Feb 2018
The town was in chaos, with people running away to places
To escape the dark, haunted beauty of death
The disease spread like a fire, with no one to quench its rage
Killing people on its long run, stealing their breath.

Cries and screams pierced the feared silence
As mothers clutched their child's lifeless bodies
Who knew an epidemic could shatter million dreams in an instant?
For all that was now remaining were fading memories.

There lived an untouchable family- a father, and his daughter in the town
His only valuable possession, the one whom he truly loved
She smiled with her eyes and could never be seen with a frown
She was her father's world, his lovely little dove.

But who could erase his prevailing worries
For his daughter always went out to play?
Who could soothe his tortured mind
Saying that his daughter would return safe and sound by the end of the day?

It was that fateful day, when his dreadful fears came true
Crippling his daughter with the disease that had taken away so many souls
He cried for her lost smiles, he cried for her dull eyes
Will he ever be able to win back his fragile hope?

Nights seemed to drag by, or were those days?
He never could tell, he was always by her side
Cocooned inside the warmth of darkness, he fought to stay awake
But how could he when his daughter was fighting to stay alive?

The girl who used jump and play around
Now lay limp in her bed, her voice slowly growing weaker
She called her father and whispered,
'Papa, all I want is a flower from the holy temple.'

How could he refuse his dying daughter's wish?
But how could an untouchable step his feet into the scared grounds?
But there was no time to hesitate, no time to waste
Gathering his courage, he sneaked in without a sound.

But is life ever sweet?
'Hey you! How dare you enter the temple?' They screamed
Their hate filled voice mingled with the spiritual prayers
Trapping him, as they held him hostage for a week.

He rushed home, fear in his mind and tears in his eyes
Seven days had felt like seven years,
How could they be so cruel? How could they not understand a father's heart?
All he could hear was his daughters screams ringing in his ears.

He slammed open the door, searching for his daughter
She lied there, at the corner, lifeless black eyes stared back at him
He took her in his arms, and cried
That day, along with her, a part of him died.

He lost his love because he was an untouchable
He lost his smile because he was an untouchable
He lost her because he was an untouchable
He lost himself all because he was an untouchable..







An English version of the poem 'एक फूल की चाह' by Siyaram Sharan Gupt
Swathilris Feb 2018
I'm standing amidst raging flames
But I'm drowning in an ice cold ocean    
Even if the world goes ablaze
My soul stay forever frozen
B e c a u s e  y o u  a r e  n o t  h e r e
Swathilris Feb 2018
I guess, all this while,
I was whispering to empty silence
Obliging the commands of my ghosts
Embracing the feeling of arrogance
Puncturing my frail heart with holes
Counting the seconds of eternity
Believing the promises of hollow souls
Embracing the feeling of insanity
And loving a heart made of stone.....

— The End —