My Muse

A-muse-d She may be

Each day, when I so

Desperately seek her out.

She smiles, at the nick of time.

Graciously lets me swagger

(in the belief I masterminded them)

In the surfeit of words she shares.

She brings Magic, she does.

Even I, in my arrogance,

Must admit.

The kind that stretches

Beyond imagination;

Past spells cast to

Invoke, evoke, rebuke, choke…

She stays, companionably,

Inclining her sagacious head

Watching me chisel and hone a notion.

I might not acknowledge her,

Yet she lingers, a sheen in her gentle eyes

That you could mistake for moisture.

Happy? Pride? The ramble

Exceeds expectation?

Maybe the cold shoulder I give

Could be it, too.

How she waits, so patient…

But the walls are up

And the gates are locked…

Till that desperate cry, for help

Leaks out, faintly.

She fixes her smile,

Waits upon the whims

And allows the rambler

To think she, herself, is the Muse.

(13 April, 2018, Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018)

(Repost- here the earlier posting of this, with beautiful comments by Gulshan and Govind – LINK)

Serendipitous, nothing less, that the word Muse was chosen for today. However, she’s iffy today 🤗 All she gave me, was a reminder, in the form of this verse, from three years back, to the date!

The art, thankfully, is fresh! ☺️😀

13 April, 2021, Day#13 #Napowrimo 2021

Zest

Grab them opportunities

Infuse inclination

(Like really, let it sit for a whit

Not too long though – it’s got to be fresh!)

Season, with the visions of what could be

Never mind the proportions

So long as they come, to you,

At you, unhesitatingly.

Most times involuntarily, you’ll find 🙂

And exercise you zany-ness

Just don’t let go

Or give up!

You’ll sense that surge, welling up

Within.

You’ll then cease to exist.

For you’d have then seen

How you can just live!

 

27 April, 2018, Day#26 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

You Are Loved

Love is a craving

That never quite gets

Fulfilled.

You love, with an intensity,

Most times with a

Sense of entitlement

That expects the same

From your loved one!

Knowing full well

What a gypsy the heart is

Loving who it will,

You, perhaps.

Never exclusive, but

Inclusive of so very much.

You still crave that the Love

Be this way or that,

Be this much or that…

Never understanding,

As the wise saying goes…

It is not to love, but be loved

That is the greatest blessing.

You are loved.

Why is it so hard to believe. that?

26 April, 2018, Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

 

xxiv

This here silly rhyme is a mental wrecks

For I was looking for words starting with ‘x’

Too many (really!!! 😛 ) obfuscating, annoying and plain unreal

So, I went with a Roman (numeral, errr, 😀 ) feel

‘Cos here, (and only here! )  can I, words, rhymes, nonsense, blissfully annexe! 😛

26 April, 2018, Day#24 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

I sympathise, it IS getting sillier 😛 But the upside is that it’s getting done! 😀

 

Wreak Wonder

If at all you must

(And I hope you will)

Consider your bounded duty

To cause mayhem, around you,

I hope you know that you could

You can, most certainly

Instigate, provoke, percolate

Mischief-  of your warmth,

Your love and sweetness

All of which you have within

Even if you deny, most vociferously

And watch the world aglow

Your world, your universe

Watch it burn, in steadfast flames

Singe your heart, and sear your soul

With the salve born of that…

The wonder of YOU, being YOU.

 

26 April, 2018, Day#23 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018