a short poem on how a girl’s dreams got crushed after giving it her all for everything. |
astrophysicist what a valiant uproar have i caused? i know i can’t have my own cake and eat it but what if i wanted to? im the baker, a good girl on her worst behaviour it’s shown in black and white — the principal, the teachers, my mother, and me: all face to face for fear of failure? i’d already failed once, as they pointed out, failed to meet expectations once again that too. a little more time did i get, i could’ve done wonders! just maybe one wrong decision, or two dilemmas to deliberate, where a young girl tormented by the world set her priorities wrongly, was this going to take her life too? as it almost took her friend’s, had she not saved her? what a bland farewell i bade to the dreams i’d once engraved in my wall as a kid someone wanted to be an astrophysicist? more like as-if-i-told-you-you’d-make-it-onto-the-list to all that i’d worked for and more, i’ll raise a toast i couldn’t care more, because words don’t bleed except my heart was glass and they dropped it no reason, no body, no crime and all i could do was watch. watch myself fall apart, my dreams bury themselves under the covers my emotions fade to white tears couldn’t sting my eyes, i was still in school and the strong girl who you’d once describe as ‘somehow always got it covered’, could she cover up her colliquies this time? could she? you watched her fall apart have you got no shame? the cowards claimed they were the lions so much older and wiser than me, i could fathom fantasising about a life like yours daydreams haunted me like nightmares. how could you say you’re there for me when i’m peering through my own coffin in fear? if you’re in control, act like a leader not some foetus in a nearing forty man’s body. of course it’s a man to learn about me and teach the world the wrongs of life so if cop26 was for the plants, return me to nature because the weight of my feelings erodes myself a woman like her is no better pleading and pleading for gold she gave me copper: same-same but different i had a choice between the two, you chose to scam a poor farmer just wanted a life her crops were grown in an oil spill do not exercise your wisdom over me, ever because you couldn’t think for others who’ve bled looking back, i was in the wrong, but you weren’t in the right either setting my priorities straight was an issue for me and setting your expectations low was bad on you my spirits dwindled as the days went my and i died outside the staffroom waiting for an answer every question i asked didn’t demand another follow-up but was solved with another issue, why? some rendezvous we had by dancing on tips of knives i needed a globe for you to pinpoint to me the exact location of my broken stream i stood up for you and defended you from bullets and you pulled the trigger on me, stood me up maybe if i fell off level 6 instead of her would you then turn your careful eyes to me? maybe my messages would go through and i wouldn’t be left at night overthinking. or maybe it was foul on my end for even trying should i have known that you were out for me from the very beginning all the way to my dead end how blind was i to not see the signs you were too good of a mastermind to conceal it! ‘i’ll never leave’ what a tragedy for you to leave then i spilled my blood and you spilled your milk and perhaps the beans that i’m not meant for you i mean, you never took care of me it was always us taking care of others never mind then, it’s all in the past so then teach me now, master: how do i look forward to new heights when the same nightmare reruns 24 by 7? there’s no dream too small or big but you stepped on mine and i let you step all over me, how rude i once saw stars and moons and intergalactic runes now lies a field of light pollution muskets by the dust of night sans its light modelling after me of course, i was the main character until everyone got jumpy the spotlight now shines on you but it’s not like you were helpless — you had everything everything but a listening ear you’re heartless hand in mine ill think about it every now and then because where you were a heartthrob i was heartbroken yet, you know better don’t you? so then how am i supposed to get back on my feet if everything i’ve worked for fell out of heaven locked out of it i learnt to leave everything unbeknownst to what lay ahead of me (spoiler alert it’s terrific tragedy) so, dearest reader i may have fallen but im still very much alive |