The Emery Pavement

The Emery Pavement

There once was boy I knew
too effervescent to decipher
Of all that one could say about him
He nested within him- A Writer
He Forged Impressions of Lucid characters on pages of foxed hue
He condensed ideas a whisper away from a quixotic chalice, undue.

He doted so vehemently on his Cryptic talent’s Lain
His fingers preached his identity through tessellated inky stains
In school one day he wrote a poem
And brandished it with Suave
His Mother proudly displayed it , called it Perfect and a half
His Father nudged his shoulder light
his talent not dismissed
He from then longed to concoct Art:
A Story that was His

But then along the crusade’s end
Adolescence embarked
Where ebbed the tide of expectations
The need to make a mark
When sung like melodies of a lark were songs of bitter truths
He passively traded his childhood dream and made an adult-like truce

And Just like that he cast away
Writing that was his edifice
He never turned back to reminisce again
Latched by hypnotic cowardice
Obligated he stood for a while on a stone paved path of Emery
He Began to write his One last work on the whim of his muscle memory

He wrote Intent his one last verse
Titled: Dream of the Forlorn Past
Stranded rebuked and Halted in steps
Like a ship with a broken Mast
He then Crumbled the paper piece
Uncritically complacent
He threw the paper in his hand down there on the emery pavement

10 Years passed and Seasons changed
And somewhere in Tuscany
The Boy now worked languorously for a Publishing Company
He toiled away with no spirit till to his notice came
An appointment with a Novelist who recently rose to Fame
He lingered on that thought a bit
And Read the book she wrote
And Tried to put a finger on
The sense of familiarity it evoked

He tried but all his efforts in vain as he navigated page by page
Through every word she wrote dripped the chimera of an age
And At last the day he met her
He expressed his long desire
He solely wished to know the truth about how she was inspired
The Novelist with a Demure smile
Said In Undiluted enchantment:

It all started the day I found
A Poem on an Emery Pavement!

The Boy who now admired how she wrote with such rhapsodic refinement
Remembered how he caved away his dream in a saw edged confinement
A silent sequence reeled his mind of a gift he couldn’t sharpen
He remembered within the serenity how he bled poetic jargon

He laughed a bit
Then Laughed Hysterically
At the Secret of her achievement
She Had Everything that he Longed for once
When He stood on that Emery Pavement
The difference was she wasn’t chained
By Psychedelic Terror
Maybe if he took a chance his life would have been better

In a moment of Vacant thought
Perhaps a pensive change of heart
He Realised that His dreams
Never really did Start
He still knew he wanted Ardently
A Story that was his to tell
So maybe he could start the trail
By Playing a tiny part

He looked at the novelist in front of him
And thought of this encounter
His story would now restart from the middle of a half written chapter

He told the Girl in front of him
About his rediscovered Ambition
She tapped the beauty of his choice of a pipe dream turned to passion
And then she asked him intensely
What made his heart now sway
And then he told her it all started On the
Emery pavement that day….