To Quill the Mocking World
By Priyanshi Mathur
(5 min read)
Two kids, they met once upon a time
Looked at each other and then smiled
“Best friends” people called them, they were inseparable
Days and nights together; it was worthy of a fable.
Their favourite game was hide and seek
Would play it often, or so it seemed;
He left clues, she would seek them out
He liked to hide, but she’d win every bout.
Years passed by, the kids grew up
Real life dawned upon them; it was rough.
The games continued, only more cryptic now
She still had to figure out where was he, and how.
This one time it so happened, it grew quite lonely
She felt frightened, and called him out slowly
“I can’t see you, are you around?”
No voice came back, she was darkness bound.
She survived that night, but was sadness prone
The next day she confronted him, “You left me alone!”
He said, “This is how I play this game, what can I say
If you don’t like it now, you can go away”
She knew it was stupid; he loved her too much
But he needed a lesson for sure, don’t tell him, hush!
“Alright, we won’t play anymore”, she stomped away
Secretly, she smiled to herself, seeing the trick play.
She took a corner next to a bush, waiting for him to come
He never showed up, the whole day was done.
Some more days passed, not a bird flew by,
She was starting to get jittery, it didn’t feel right.
She decided to check for herself, if he’d gotten lost
She had always been better in hide n seek, after all.
When she finally found him, his eyes looked distant
She felt strange, there was an absence of intent!
He explained how he now played a different game
Couldn’t be friends anymore, didn’t feel the same way.
Her eyes welled up, she couldn’t analyse
She could see him saying something, but felt paralysed.
She was confused, disappointed, angry and betrayed
Her world came down, tumbled and crashed away.
He was walking away now, getting farther every second
She wanted to stop him, didn’t expect this to end.
She gained back her senses, shouted his name
He had walked off too far, it was all in vain.
Months passed, he found new friends,
She still sat alone, missing her best friend.
The story doesn’t end there, unfortunately life does go on
The past few months have aged her, her feelings are now torn
She pretends to be normal, smiles excessively often
Her body language confused, her voice unnecessarily softened.
The unanswered questions haunt her, how could it be true
Her best friend had walked away, found friends anew
A fight is all it took, there had been many in the past
How? When? Why not… fundamental questions that’ll forever last.
Priyanshi Mathur is a guest author at Soulgasm.
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