A Writer's Soul
A Writer's Soul1 min 199 1 min 199
My imaginary muse stands on the ledge
Staring at the frightening expanse below,
Would she perish, or would she be saved
Like a heroine in a Bollywood show?
She has been hounded by peers,
Deserted by a man whom she loved,
Her life is in shambles, her mind in fear
And her fate will soon be decided,
By the vagaries of my soul, as here
I am the writer of the tale to be told.
My heart says jump, but my mind says no,
My soul decrees that a man on the go
Will break her fall on the shore,
And love her forever and more.
The paper flies from my hand and swirls in the breeze,
I leap and run in the sand and catch it like a trapeze.
I can wait for no longer for the ink to flow,
And script the end for all to know.