Descent Down Legacy Left Love Behind

By Pritish Gupta

Splashes of colors so many, it was Holi all over again

I dreamt of nights where the smile of her's mimicks my mind

The play of soul to hand, the puppet master in her and the dancing doll me

I perfected myself a gentleman's hand, any touch, any word meant to make her existence the statement of my being

Yet laying in bed along her first night, 

My heart pounds, it hunts me down, never had i thought it was for me

Every single instance, was the castle built, I could only wish of nights like these

Nights like these of dance in gowns so silver, they reflect of the tear I shed as I see myself a lover of lady in her own kingdom

Messenger,  I bring letters each month, written and stamped under names of 

many suitors

All me and aliases marked on the trees 

Under whom I write these pour of emotions

Blend of grape wines, blend of forest shade and passing sunlight

Capturing instance of forgotten memory 

I still write to be in love

To feel the madness, to feel my own plight 

Not tonight, fireworks of the coast, at the edge of the world

We dance, drink and say grace

Sing, write, paint, all to do with love

With the people I drink in taverns outside the kingdom gates

Obsess over myths carved br archers

They mark their hunted grounds, I bury my original letters

I leave the feather, the ink on it dripping on the ground

Seeping into the soil, I wrote what people 

never told

Came about in dreams of fulfilling life

Imagine every moment of lustrous career

As a scribe in kingdom beyond seas due east

Mage they had call me, writing spells of ancient greeks

Celebrate the lights of Diwali as I travel to maidens of beauty colored in their soil

Colored in their culture so esteemed, the red of bride burns with a passion far grander than even my poet could envision

Yet, its a fit of all consuming desire of last stories told

Bind in threads made of animal leather

The very archers killed, in very forests I write my case of grandiose 

Gestures akin to immortal beings

Wooing lover of the beauty of Cassiopeia

Wandering through the caves that cut mountains deep, nights like these

Arrive with a written letter for me

A life lived in idea of fulfillment will leave behind Desperation of love unfinished 

And my cosmology undone by successors who dig the letters to the goddes goodseeker

Sought me out like nature sought out us

And we sought after fire

I may leave now, maybe few hours more

I may leave tommorow, maybe few days more

The lady's hand in marriage, I may pass down my ramblings to a gifted child

A prodigy, my own child, to finish what I couldn't cultivate

But if the colors she splashed on me be so vivid

And the blessings on me so enchanted 

Would my ties to soil not be uprooted by wars brewing in my head

Wine after wine till I apologise of thinking of running away

But the tell tale, I ramble on streets every night of drinking more than Dionysus

Who will take them to courts, to other scribes

To artisans, to places like where culture is their God itself

Her smile tonight is not beaming, its of acceptance 

On a night like these, eons ago, I left

To create the world as one, to create mythologies as one

Painted the billion colors I saw in cosmos that night 

All came to a box, I left beside her with many letters I hoped someone had dug

I made my run to legacy, I knew would be written, re written like the musings of alchemist who bought universe to life

On a night like today, all the love that goodseeker found in me

I knew wouldn't survive, confined to no boundary of life, 

I was confined to love, which I never came to find

The heart of the young suitor never survived that dammed smile

By Pritish Gupta