Waning
Amid the worldly chaos
And earthly blues
Wanes my beloved muse
Like the shattered clouds
My thoughts dissolve
But deep inside they echo
To narrate the fables piled-up
which have been swirling for a while,
The suffocated words strive
Awaiting the nimbus clouds
to cascade down...
For when the nimbus clouds gather
The fierce thunder will boom
And the words will drum aloud
When the rain falls,
hoarded thoughts will cascade
and the arid land will be loaded
But will the nimbus clouds gather?
Will it flow further?
Will the thunder drums play?
Will it rouse my dormant muse?
Will the lightning strikes spark?
Will waning muse step into a waxing phase?
"It will for sure..."
People say, I hear...
But when?
No one can answer...
Until then,
Waning me awaits...
dreaming of the waxing phase,
and relishing the chaotic state...
28-Aug -2023
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