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Youth Author Sushvika Yepuri shines on National Youth Conclave

Sushvika Yepuri, is a college student, born and brought up in Hyderabad, India. She has harboured a deep love and strong passion for writing anthologies at the age of 11. Delving into various forms of creative expression like poems and songwriting, alongside her writing endeavours,Sushvika finds solace in the world of books, immersing herself in the realm of literature and music,with a fervent desire to make a difference, Sushvika tries to help and empower woman by giving them a voice through her work  

 

Unrequited love

camouflaged as friendship 

       

 

 

What’s done is done?

What’s done is never done

It remains within me

Tormenting me

A story I tell myself

But truly deep down

We know that we are

Too damaged to remain together

Everybody talks about the

Pain caused when  

Someone you love

Departs from your love

A deep heavy departure indeed

But there are very few who

Talk about the pain caused

When someone you love departs

From your companionship

To tear down the dynasty

Of a friendship built

You lost me

But why does it feel

Like I lost you?

As I write about you losing me

Why does it feel like

I’m writing about me losing you ?

But then I realize

It is just my inner child

Trying to scrape up

Whatever goodness left in me

Because the bitter sweet nightshade is

That when you lose a companion

Because of their betrayal

That is when you truly feel

Like an adult for the first time

And in the time of echo

You realize

It’s not you losing them

It’s them losing you

True friendships are built

On earthquake easy dynasties

The dynasty that

left me shattered

And swallowed me

Into a whole madness of an ocean

But now there is so much

Darkness in me and around me

That I prefer not to involve

Anyone anymore

As the last occupant

In my heart of a friendship

Left it broken

But no matter what

I don’t want to become like the person

Who conjured up this type of madness

In the play

Only to be passed down to me

I may never trust in true friendship again

But one thing I know

I will never become the

Person who betrayed me

Because when I look to the past

I’ve forgiven you

I’ve stood by you

I’ve shown you my mercy

I’ve forsaken everything

In the name of your ridiculous redemption

Only to be

Triumphantly

Fallen into the

Pit of betrayal

I welcomed you into my house, my heart

Giving you one of my most precious acacia roses

I trusted you with my home

my kingdom of A garden

I gave you my precious acacia roses

Whenever I saw you

But you Being you

You buried me alive under a

Thousands of wolfsbanes

Containing casket

You rewarded me with the poison

I grow in my garden

                             You turned me into this

Black darkness

A darkness which consumed me whole

A light which beheaded me

A shadow which over took me

Creating all together

A different monster

Who likes cacoethes

To those who would think

To betray me again

Unrequited friendships are adoxography

Yet I don’t know

 if they are beautiful

but it surely is a

devastating down deep void

I will never forget the

Feeling of the

catchlight in my eyes

when you photographed me

But I will always remember

The catchlight in my eyes

When I saw the

Photography of your betrayal

Which I think is

By far the best I’ve seen

Because that’s when you learn

the reality of friendships  

That’s when you start

 putting yourself first

That’s when you get the sense

of the real world

That’s when your mindset

becomes strong

A heartbreak from your lover

Will eventually heal you

But a heartbreak from your companion

Will eventually make you stronger

Making you the

 worst better version

of yourself

Is it so wrong of me

To want every deadly emotion in a friendship

Guess only I was so worried

Of the word thanatophobia

Of us

Of our friendship

Of us being dead

 And you were not

The love, the jealousy, the selfishness

The pain, the anxiety

But not towards me but for me

But towards others who try to take

Me away from you

Because a true friendship

Isn’t one

If you are not constantly

Worried about your friend

The jealousy that stems

When she brings out a new friend

The pain that grows when ‘

She talks to any other person but you

The anxiety that spreads

When she goes out with a friend

That isn’t you

Where has true friendship gone?

But in the end

You were jealous

You were selfish

But not for me

Not in the way I expected

But towards me

Because the truth Is

I want my true companion

To express and feel every emotion

For me

Even the ugly ones

Because that’s what strengthens your bond

I thought at least you

Of all people

Would be selcouth

But you made us all too familiar

All too similar

All too often

But you have made us

Immortalized forever

In the smoke broken dynasties

Of some unrequited love

Forever in the betrayal of your

Sins in my shadow

Forever in dark tinted soul drawings

That are broken

We are broken acacia

We are shattered glasses

We are disintegrated Redamancy

This rage, This wrath, This anger

Turned into something that

I am grateful for

Because of you

I am the woman that I am today

That I will not be as strong as

I am now

If you didn’t betray me

If you didn’t exile me

If you didn’t shun me

But I’m glad you did

I’m glad you beheaded our friendship

With your betrayal

I’m glad you exiled our companionship

With the people that are my enemies

I’m glad you used the guillotine

On our trust

With the people

Who were plotting my destruction

My viridity is long dead

But I’m glad it did

I get that we play

A different role in everyone’s story

A hero, A villain,

The lesser, The greater

The weaker, The stronger

The naive, The intelligent

But how am I the villain

Every single time?

How am I the villain

In every female friendships?

But then I realise

My darkness didn’t make me a villain

But the last inkling of

goodness in me

Made me a villain

I realize

I cared too much

And now I’m the villain  

But for all the things depicted and

Marked down in the name of

Unrequited love

There are so few

On the pain of caring too much

That made them a villain

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