Sugar melts like it’s meant to be with water,
One of those love stories,
The ones which fill your bleeding heart with laughter.
I was so young when I dedicated my life to uncanny words,
Naïve fiction came to me, masquerading as my world,
No one ever told me fairy tales could hurt.
I used to wrap myself up in the sunshine,
As I waited for Prince Charming,
Sitting under the eerily blue skies—
“He’s real, he’ll be here”,
I used to think,
Every last drop of love stories,
I used to drink
From every time I wanted to fall in love,
To every time I quietly walked away from it,
Breaking hearts, including my own,
Didn’t I want this?
I remember, I wanted to save people,
Who never held the power to save me
I was ready to go down fighting, about and around—
Even when they could hardly get themselves off the ground.
If Prince Charming was real
This was when I needed him here,
Were even is he?
The uncertainty was killing me.
Like a bullet, this is when reality hit me
Romeo-Juliet was never a love story,
There is no such thing as “star crossed lovers”,
I was done wrong by history.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?
The answer came dressed up as a cold night,
Came with it, a death row.
But these fairytales were inside me
As deep as a dagger,
They weren’t scared by anything
Not even my anger.
How long will it take for me to realise
That sometimes the sound of laughter,
When will I know,
When to let go,
Sometimes, death warning
Dresses up as Prince Charming
Piece by piece, I was tearing apart my own heart,
I wish I had known, I was doomed from the start.
Now, whatever’s left of the love which I used to hold,
Will be swept into the sea,
Whatever remains will be carried away by the sweet, sweet breeze.
In my head,
I did everything right—
But I should’ve never read those stories,
Now that I look back, in hindsight
Maybe my worst fears were right.
– Ananyaa Mihir, Queen Mary’s School, DelhiI like this!