Updated: 4 days ago
What we made
I made stardust. Rather, we made it together,
We mixed the ashes of our ties,
Along with time-the famous healer,
We simply let go.
The ashes divided, broke into pieces
So minute, so tiny, so little,
That they became power
And magic, they became our healer
The goodbye didn’t hurt anymore,
It simply existed in the universe
Like the stardust we left behind,
Maybe that’s what destiny made of us-
Two souls, too far away yet united with magic.
She pictured the forests-
She heard the moonlit darkness call
Inside the darkness, she felt
She would have solitude and calm.
So she walked into the jungle
A little light was all she had
The trees loomed
The animals cried out
The winds blew strong.
It was then that she began to realise
That she had understood it all wrong
The darkness was an oasis of its kind
It couldn’t bring more light
All it would do to her was misguide.
So she turned back and made her way
The anxiety loomed
Pain made her cry out
The winds blew strong.
This time she wasn’t running away
A warrior in the making.
The warm yellow sunshine-
fire from the golden medallion
it’s orange-red fiery fangs
reaching out towards the earth
pouring in through slits of the horizon
where the clouds don’t cover the lands
and the mountain tops don’t reach,
kissed my forehead and tanned my hands
and then bounced off the photograph
that was held in the clasp of my sweaty palms.
Its brownish coffee-coloured edges
tested by the toughest times
and the yellowness set into the frame
made the faces in the picture seem more alive.
The two girls-hand in hand
their soft faces lit up by stunning smiles
looked directly into the camera
as if staring straight into my eyes.
Maybe it was a mirror, one its kind-
for I was able to look into my eyes
from so many years ago
yet, not fully recognise the little girl
I saw in the faded photo.
Amid the smudged background
and the shoreline of the beach
I could make out my father’s figure-
admiring his two daughters by the beach.
My mother behind the lens
captured this moment into a frame
yet was missing from the shot
like some of the fleeting passerbys’ hands
who were somehow silhouettes in my past
and yet, nothing more than that.
Sitting on the same spot at the beach
looking at the sun fall into the horizon
as if simply sliding by into another world
carrying away the day’s secrets,
and the clouds breaking and crumbling-
colouring the sky with varied hues,
all whilst my hands held the course grains of the sand
and I paced into the past and ran back as fast
into the present world of mine.
The gentle wind touched my forehead
and the water splashed onto my feet
What if these were the same droplets of water
that were captured in the photograph?
Maybe, I held the same sand in my hands too.
But the people in the frame-
they couldn’t ever remain preserved in that time.
They were simply remnants of my past and
just like the photograph in my hands,
they were blurred, faded and damaged,
inside the chambers of my mind.
Tanvi Nagar is a high school senior at DPS Gurgaon and loves to read and write. She has been published by The Times of India, The Hindustan Times, The Ice Lolly Review, The Weight Journal, The Elysian Muse Lit. Mag, Risen Zine, Secret Attic and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. She has authored 4 books published by Notion Press and Partridge, India and has won the Eye Level Literary Award, 2018 by Daekyo, South Korea and the Millennium Essay Writing Contest, UNESCO. She believes writing has the power to change the world. Her website is tanvinagar.com.