Suicide

It's cowardice. 
Forfeiting a match before you even know the outcome.
It is the low way around.
The coward's path, the shortcut.

But no one can deny that it takes a ton of courage,
to swallow those pills,
to light that match,
to take the final leap,
to squeeze the trigger...
A hell more of courage than I have.

Flying

Wind blowing,

Whistling in my ears,

As it tousles my hair.

Feet leave the ground

Soaring higher,

And lower.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Eyes shut,

but still seeing everything.

I should be afraid,

But I am alive,

Free.

Never stop…


Brakes,

The roller coaster

Sliding into an abrupt halt.

I stepped off.

Trembling.

I had flown.


-By Lavanya Gupta

Lost

The warm sand tickled the soles of my feet. In the distance, I could hear gulls cawing. I ran over the scorching warm sand towards the azure sea.

The gentle waves lashing towards me had been luring me towards them; I had to give in to the siren’s call…

I waded through the knee-deep water and went deeper. 

Deeper, that I was standing on my short toes to reach the surface. Deeper that I was the only one standing that far. Deeper, that I alone…

Far away from everyone- friends and family. Far away from the call of chores and duties. Far away from mistrust, from betrayal, from sorrow.

Yes, the salt stung my eyes; but at least no tears were stinging them… Isolation? No, it was peace. Loneliness? No, it was a quiet bubble for me, and me only…

Water drops between my long eyelashes reflected the sunlight so all I could see were rainbows.

It was like someone had frozen time.

It felt like me, in my little sphere would remain suspended there forever.

No company, no words, no thoughts. It was just me and the mighty explored, untracked sea.

Ironically, I wasn’t scared facing that prospect.

It was one of my most welcoming thoughts in days…


-By Lavanya Gupta

Aren’t we all shadows?

Shadows

Aren’t we all shadows?

Shadows –

hazy images of a person;

a person you want to be.

Aren’t we all replicas of the ‘cool kids’,

the queens, jocks and cheerleaders?

Aren’t we shadows of them?

We were ourselves,

as children

when we were confident

and proud to be who were;

unique,rare and special…


Today we stand as nothing more than shadows.



-By Lavanya Gupta

Goodbye

Goodbye…

You can never leave after you say goodbye.


I’m still standing here,

in the inky gloom,

holding onto your last words.

Tiny pinpricks of light-

stars you had called them,

light up the dark of the sky;

but no one can light up the darkness in my heart.


Goodbye…

Isn’t this the last farewell;

aren’t you supposed to pull yourself together-

move on.

How can you grow new wings so easily,

when yours are broken,

shattered.

How can you forget me so easily,

leave me here alone,

to swallow the bitter truth?


Goodbye…

As I watch you fade into the horizon,

I know I’ll never be able to leave.

You’ll always find me here,

Awestruck,

holding onto the shreds of your last goodbye…


-By Lavanya Gupta