I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


26. The both of us.

I look at him,

He looks back at me.

We’re sitting on a swing,

Talking causually.

I really like this boy,

He’s just as old as me,

We play together all the time,

And he shares his candies.


We are just 5.


He smiled at me today,

After a long time he did.

I had missed his face

And his lips.

He said he missed me too

And wanted to be friends again,

I smiled and said “sure!

We will be friends like we used to be!”


We are just 10.


I look at him with glee,

He grins, leaning on me casually.

We have been bestfriends for years,

I am falling for him.

He says he loves someone,

Someone dear to his heart.

A girl he knows,

And has known long.


We are now 15.


He hugged me tight,

Says he wants to be with me forever.

I tear up in his embrace,

I tell him I won’t leave him ever.

He bends down on his knees,

And pulls out a ring,

I cry tears of joy,

For I had been longing for this moment.


We are almost 20.



- Aparupa Chakravarty



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