“Top your class Beta. Why did you score less than XYZ?”
“Put in your cent percent and ace 12th grade; your life is set.”
“Get good pointers in college, will you? Companies won’t recruit you.“
“Do your PG and you will get an amazing job.”
“Get married, have kids and settle down now.
Welcome to the world
of worrying about them topping, acing, getting a job
and settling in life – And the pattern goes on.
Before it’s too late. They are talking about paper wings and castles
I got a pair of paper wings that
Will take me to Brobdingnagian heights.
They have speckles of gold over blotches of rainbow.
Oh! Such a beautiful sight.
‘Fly my girl! To the mountains.
Move boulders with all your might.
Then come to rest in the Shore Castle
And have a beautiful night.’
Patience and perseverance
Clouded my mind.
The shroud of happy times kept me
Awake all night.
Today was the day when I shall finally give
Wings to my dreams that I
Saw perpetually every night.
I wore them with pride
And carried a small smile.
Nor rain nor hail could falter
My vow to rise.
Grey clouds announced their approach.
They lurked their way through
And caged the sun from all sides.
Rain and wind gashed the earth
Quavering my stout resolve.
I looked hopefully at
My harnessed wings.
Alas! The colours were oozing their way
Towards the brown terrain.
They were nothing but a pair of muck
That mocked me.
I tore them away from my body.
It wasn’t the cold but
Which crumbled before my eyes
That made me tremble.
Get yourself together. I still have the
Shore Castle waiting for me
To have a beautiful night.’
I reached the shore.
The sea was high and uncouth,
Lashing the shores with
All it’s puissance.
I searched frantically for the Shore Castle.
They had promised
It shall shelter me from rage and snow
Among the mortals and bones.
I tripped and fell
Face down on the shore.
Salt and grit hit me hard;
Supervened by the ugly truth.
They lied to me and fed me
With desires, hopes and delusions.
‘You are doing all this for a beautiful tomorrow.
Envisage a happy face.’
It took me apart – One pearl at a time
From the necklace I had woven every day and every night.
They gave me wings
To fly to soaring heights.
And built castles made of sand and bright.
I didn’t know that wings of paper
Would decimate when I try
To let my dreams fly.
Nor did I realize that
Castles of sand shall disappear
When the Sea will rise
To erase the prints of yesternight.