If I were to tell you a story, would you hear me out?
Would you be patient enough to find out what it’s about?
If I started off with “There was once a person, charming, pretty and kind.”
Would your name be the first one to come to your mind?

If I were to tell you a story, would you believe it to be true?
Or would you question my assertions, just like you always do?
If I said, “The protagonist of this story has a smile that lights up the world.”
Would I be lucky enough to see your lips curl?

If I were to tell you a story, and subtly hint that it’s about you,
Would you scrutinize it with a critic’s eye & look for flaws in it too?
If I said, “My story is about a person, who’s their own harshest critic.”
Would you still hold it over my head, that I’m being cryptically mystic?

If I were to tell you a story about your inhibitions,
That you seem to think, build up your reputation.
If I said, “You believe the lie that your imperfections define you,”
Would I be able to save yourself from you?

If I were to tell you a story, would it shock you to find,
All the things you assumed defined you, could be summed up in two lines!
If I said, “For every one flaw in you, you have 5 up-scaling strengths.”
Would you still deny my claim even by going to any length?

If I were to tell you a story, would it change your perception?
Would it grant you the bliss of golden introspection?
If I said, “These blank pages lying here are for you to fill.”
Would your eyes shine like the sun rising over the hills?

If I were to tell you a story, would you let me hold your hand?
Would you now look for the world in every grain of sand?
If I told you, “My story doesn’t have an end, for it’s not been written yet”
You’d be as confused as a chameleon, I bet.

If I were to tell you a story, with a lesson as a conclusion,
Would it somewhat clarify your confusion?
If I said, “This was your story, so finish it the way YOU want!”
Would you still have the desire to look so nonchalant?

If I were to tell you this story, would you dare to take the lead?
Would you continue it as one you’d be proud to read?
If I said, “Shatter the shackles and take back control!”
Would you seize all the confidence, your apprehensions previously stole?

If I were to tell you this story, would you let it make a difference?
For that’s the purpose of art, to shatter the shackles of resistance!
If I were to say, “You, darling, are the one who’s holding the pen.”
Would you be willing to fill the pages right, before you reach your end?

– SHREYA VIJAY

22 COMMENTS

  1. Absolutely superb…. just curious abt the way you evoke the essence of hidden life brilliantly at this young age … keep on writing dear … want to see you in world renowned writers

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