Disillusioned Faces by Gautham Pradeep

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Disillusioned Face. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

She,
of whom I used to know.
Her arms flail in the mist,
mine self still I search for.
 
Drink she her cup of tea,
fall she into the darkest water.
 
A few berries of Jupiter
and an ampule in my pocket red.
 
She and her thatched hut,
both burning in my figment of reality.
Ashes of hers hover
within the red hues.
 
Selene’s weeping and the glowing flames,
monochrome in my memory lane.
I look, I see the waning of my twilight.
Moonlight in her youthful vibrance,
an illusion to her deprived disposition.
 
Look I into her shattering self,
found I mine emaciated past.
Either she is the truth,
or I am still blindfolded in the labyrinth.
 
I watch, I devour this line of thought.
Lose I mine coat of black.
Foraging for subtle changes, 
I have blinded the sculptor in me.
The road which the callous me saw,
lay glued to the colour I remember.
Lands formed from undescended waters,
plants seeds into the cold depths.
Into the devouring tunnel of adulthood,
lured I by the sanity I am knit into.
 
Confused yet determined,

I return to my idle portrait. 

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About the author: 
Gautham Pradeep, currently 22 yrs of age , was born in Kerala, India, in a town called Thalassery. He did his schooling in Bangalore and is now pursuing his MBBS course from Srinivas Institute of Medical Sciences and Research Center. He tries to explore the existential dilemmas of the present generation. Apart from writing poems, he indulges in butterfly breeding and painting occasionally.