Fairy Tales Lied

At the age of 5, I stood in front of the mirror

Raiding my mother’s vanity, much to her horror

Lipstick, blush and even vermillion 

Rushing to grow up and become a woman

At the age of 15, I stood in front of the mirror

Wearing a bra, a sanitary pad, a messed up warrior

Harbouring feelings for a guy, wishing we’d entwine

Navigating these feelings, “when will i grow up and marry the man of my dreams?” I’d often whine

At 25, I stood in front of the mirror 

heart torn to pieces, and full of terror

The man of my dreams stayed only 5 years 

He disappeared like a shadow at dawn

I looked at myself, and felt so withdrawn

Don’t worry girl, marriages are made in heaven

He wasn’t good for me, i am in safe haven 

At 35, I stood in front of the mirror

A marriage, a divorce, an eternity later 

But he said we were made for each other

He said “this us” is our forever 

I left my life, my family, little did i know

The new house will never become my home 

What is marriage afterall? 

Why so painful for a loving soul? 

A lifetime spent in a home so dear

Yet told to leave when love draws near

Why a bride must leave her nest, 

To build his home, to give her best. 

 why must roots be torn apart, 

As if she holds no separate heart? 

A home once hers, now out of sight, 

As if her ties dissolve in flight. 

She births the child, but he holds the claim, 

A life of love—yet lost in his name.

Marriage should join, not take away,

Two hearts to walk in equal sway.

No home should fade, no ties be torn,

May love unite where vows are sworn.

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  1. Anonymous17 February 2025 at 01:12

    Beautiful Aditi, Hoping to read more :)

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