।। ত্রিতাপহারিণী ২০২০।। T3 শারদ সংখ্যায় Twinkle Johar

We grew up
From listening to a bedtime story,
To writing one such,
We grew up.
From fantasizing love,
To losing faith in it,
We grew up.
I used to curse Cinderella’s step mother,
Thinking her to be the only demon,
I was a child who believed-
Once upon a time,
Always ends with happily ever after.
But I was never curious to know-
What happens after this ‘after’ ?
Being a nerd means you’ll be successful,
That’s all I knew.
I was a child innocent and obedient.
Things changed a bit with time,
I wanted to have all the fun,
Cool, active and limitless I mean,
Impatient to become a teen.
What the age demands I never thought,
Being careful, the most difficult it was.
Heartbreaks and puzzles I got,
With a hope,
I’ll untangle all chaos,
Had no regrets and nothing to lose,
With a ray of hope,
I’ll get to know what’s right and wrong,
I’ll be stronger and nice,
I was a teen who believed-
With age, I’ll be mature and wise.
Time passed by,
Only to witness some more chaos,
In the attempt to attach two strings together,
I broke many,
In the search of my answers,
I got a question bank,
Lately I understood I’m in search of myself,
I realised I had nothing to invest,
I got bankrupt.
I am a soul who believes-
No one’s an adult,
No one’s mature and wise,
Everyone’s a moron.
Still I wish –
To be a peaceful fool,
Maybe I’m mistaken again,
Maybe my search for peace isn’t the right one,
But this time,
I don’t have a hope,
I have a longing,
I don’t wanna grow up to be mature,
And even if I’m lost again,
It’s okay,
As everyone’s splintered
And empty inside.
Only the void grows bigger with age,
Happily ever after existed for sure,
But only in the stories of
lively childhood bedtimes
Once upon a time.