Bulletproof

Stone hard, machine gun,

Fire at the ones who run,

Stone hard as bulletproof glass

– Sia, Titanium

She never falters.

Confident.

Flawless.

The epitome of perfection.

She is a star,

in the night sky;

a rare gift.

She stands a little taller;

her smile- brighter than the rest.

You could try to shoot her down,

but bullets of heart just ricocheted off her armour.

she is bulletproof…


But there are two faces to every coin,

and two sides to every story.

As she sits in a deserted alcove,

her impenetrable armour disintegrates into nothing.

She lays still,

in an inky corner,

rivulets of mascara flowing down her cheeks…

That mask was nothing more than a pretence,

a feeble attempt at masking her scars,

making herself whole once more;

you see that bulletproof heart was actually a fallen soldier…


-By Lavanya Gupta

War

What war means to me


War is nothing more than a stray word,

a mere argument,

that claims billions of lives,

destroys everything you have ever known.

It scars you,

changes you.


It tears you away from the ones you love,

shatters dreams, hopes;

blots away live like a pen on a paper.


The feeling of captivity,

as you long to soar as you once did,

The experience of sitting still in a bunker,

simply hoping and praying that you get to live to see a new day,

The moment when everyone around you falls,

and you know that within seconds you will fall too…


This is what a war makes you feel…

It wrenches your soul out,

manipulates you,

until the only rational thought you have left is to live;

or even die.


A war shapes the future,

shatters the present,

and destroys the past.


-By Lavanya Gupta

Us

You were the rhythm to my heartbeat,

the smile to my tears,

the yes to my every no.

You were the sun,

I was the moon;

we were perfect.


We were hope and trust,

bound together by faith and destiny.

We were opposites,

but that only brought us closer,

held together by an unbreakable bond;

or so we thought…


Words wrecking us apart,

making us more distant by the minute.

We went our own way,

forests of hatred driving us further apart…

We thought we were unbreakable,

but we did break ourselves apart.

Separated by a wall,

built brick by brick;

by those words we can’t take back,

those actions we wish we wish we hadn’t carried out.


As I see you today,

that unpenetrable wall falls down.

I realize what a fool I once was.

You were and you will always be

my everything.

Without you I am one half of a whole

a sky without stars,

a dream without a plan,

and a girl with no heart.


-By Lavanya Gupta

We are more than I, we are US´╗┐

Misfit

They shine like stars,

I’m the forgotten night sky.

They are diamonds,

I’m the piece of coal.

I know I’m a misfit,

here.


Cliches, cheerleaders and jocks;

parties and queen bees-

I never understood it all.

I’m an anomaly here.


I’ve always been different,

a wallflower.

The kind of person you would never notice.

Nothing special about me…


They are mesmerising words- deep and true,

while I am a single alphabet.

They are honest, confident and dedicated,

I guess I seem lost compared to them.


I guess I’ll always be a misfit,

but maybe it’s not that bad…

Maybe I was born to stand out…


-By Lavanya Gupta

To all the misfits, you are not alone…

Remember Me

You have no idea,

how much I’ll miss you.

I just saw the sun;

and now the clouds are back again…

will you miss me too?


I’ll miss your smile,

your comforting laugh,

the warmth in your eyes,

the way you were just there-

I guess I took your presence for granted.

There is so much I have to tell you,

dreams and hopes;

Who will I tell them to now?


Will you even remember me?

I’m the shy girl,

the one who always had her nose in her novel,

but whose day brightened up,

when she saw you around the corner…

The one who pretended not to see you,

but failed miserably.

The one who wished, with all her heart,

that you saw her too;

that girl.

Please,

just promise me that you’ll always remember me.


-By Lavanya Gupta

You and I, we may go away, but we’ll stay together, always…

Writer’s Block

I just can’t write now…

Those words just remain out of my reach,

I’m reaching out but grasping nothing.

It used to be so easy,

the lines-

they were threads I could weave into a tapestry,

so simple; so beautiful…


They could be flying carpets and magical lamps,

or wardrobes leading to enchanting worlds;

They could be magic ( and men with no noses!),

or games in a huge arena ( let the 76th Hunger Games begin! No).

Or it could be faith, trust and pixie dust;

with the lost boys,

or maybe down the rabbit hole ( we all know where that lands…)

It could be as a rider, wizard, tribute or shadow hunter,

anything would be better than my current predicament…


Wow, I still haven’t written anything…

or have I written it all?…


-By Lavanya Gupta

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To all the lost writers, I hope you find your way…

Storm

As waves arched over my head,

I struggled to stay afloat.

my lungs were bursting.


As the salty water stung my eyes.

I kicked harder.

My head broke through the water,

but I only managed to take one feeble breath,

before the waters pulled me down again.


My vision turned hazy,

the world started going black.

My thoughts ran wild,

unwinding like thread,

I remembered his smile,

so deep, so trusting.

I remembered how we fought that day,

our words hurt more than bullet holes…

I didn’t want to go back,

no…

Not to the hurt,

the pain;

the trust that we lost…


With one last look towards the surface,

I kicked deeper into the unknown.


-By Lavanya Gupta

School

School is more than an institution,

it is more than class rooms-

rows of chairs;

more than exams and stress.

It is a home;

it is a memory to be cherished.

It is more than where we learn to read and write,

it is where we learn to laugh and smile,

and cry.

Where friendships are forged for a lifetime,

where we decide our path for the future.

Where children for whom ‘letters’ are nightmares,

learn to weave them into beautiful stories.

Where stuttering infants,

become eloquent speakers.

Where young minds are nurtured,

given pathways they can follow-

or pave their own.

Mostly where we all blossom into learned individuals,

as we set out to conquer the world.


-By Lavanya Gupta

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Rainbow

To the ones who face a stormy sea,

don’t worry, the storm will pass.

To the ones who are fighting an endless battle,

don’t give up; the end is close in sight.

To the ones who smile, in spite of the tears welling up inside,

I commend your bravery.

To the ones who keep trying to make it through,

never stop,

you will reach your goal.

To all the ones who try;

try but don’t succeed;

never drop out.

While every day might seem like a nightmare,

every single breath might hurt,

It may seem disheartening, bleak and daunting-

Never relinquish,

Never surrender;

because soon, right in front of you, you’ll see a rainbow.


-By Lavanya Gupta

Scarred Heart

They say time heals all wounds; then what about the scars?

Time just makes the wounds worse;

the pain seem deeper,

Reminding me of how foolish and naive I once was.


Reminding me that friends can back stab you,

betray you,

trample on the very memory of you.


That paths may intersect,

but they always run separately again.


That no matter how many tears are shed,

they can never compensate for death.


That you should never go into battle,

mad with the fury of loss,

and the thirst for revenge;

it only makes you fumble.


That memories will return,

no matter how much you try to hide your past

and they hurt more than a thousand blades.


That no matter how much you fight,

how well you parry each and every blow,

you can’t run from your destiny.


And that you always have to return back,

to where you came from in the end.


-By Lavanya Gupta