A Writer's Lost Path

By Pritish Gupta

There is an idea that lies far away

Set in motion amongst the many traps 

one triggers through their run beyond these gates

Let me know what you see, maybe the chosen one you could be

Though bestowed to touch light, why fall for the clouds that cover sky

Look beyond, fly

In the many many lands you shine as one

Darling of all, precious little kid that runs her own course

To you what dream will ever go unfulfilled 

Say my name, make me be, become my origin

I die stranded along the islands, the long chains that rope me in these boundaries 

I only meant to see what was there to be

A prophecy, summer child, winter slumber

All fairytales I saw, none talk of you

Writers guilt you become, tread path along the forced road

Never be on it, never smell anything ,never taste the beauty of what I imagine the universe is

But then you show me, a taste of medicine so bitter

For a cure so desperately fictional, where must we be lead to

Tell me what you want to hide, but can't live with out

Dare run after him, vast vast the expanse of imagination where I tweak your roles everyday a little bit

To me you write these letters, wanting to explore home 

I say what home, beyond the clouds you see it

I have not written any, tell me, can you actually draw

The sight of this poor man's eyes, have been hounded by my own confines each night

Wanting to write you a place to end my all

A chemistry orchestrated by the bodies touching so heavenly 

The creatures surround you all lovely

What is to me a world so poor that can't contain all these exotic colors that still may not even exist

They do in so much harmony, your gowns, your fairies, your powers so unique

All flavors I didn't taste, now I can't even believe 

In no prince charming, in no little princess

Nothing holds my faith, not even omnipresent beings

Being watched like this, consumed like my 

wits

I juggle thoughts of your death, you hold the dreary pen, 

Change the lines, onto next quest we go

Someday you must drop anchor

Maybe far from him, maybe in arms of his

I sleep a little on my page everyday,

Drool all over the very grandeur I wrote without a wink

Look at me, through the screen, through the words

Find him, the pleasure of being, 

Alive and well, drinking, eating, singing

Myths, folktales, fairytales, what fiction isn't real

I brought true many everyday

My vision blurs a little from each word I pour my heart in

You will take my written path one day

See with my eyes, exist in the confines

But be free of decisions I write

Find the finale set in motion amongst the stars

At the end of other boundary 

The one I wrote as a kid, my first confines of story

The dream that I once had, 

Come find me, the book must be shut one night 

Let it be my deathbed, that's my final wish

By Pritish Gupta