Like a bowl of dry fruits
There’s a motley of words-filled books
On the writing table,
And like an empty plate
On it appears blank paper,
As if penknife, the pen
In hand, the poet waits,
In search of the first line to start
And of inspiration
That has long deserted
Him. Alas Muse is a free bird,
So be the dodging word,
They elude all like luck,
You wait and left are high and dry,
Wait not, the birds come nigh.
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Musings |06.01.2025| Tercet, words, poet
humming from an entity,
a dear angel sinks in me.
i wake to flounder in my sheets
the lake around her retreats
clinging to life for your gaze;
weary nights follow sore days.
now dying, should i plea;
how defying could i be?
watch my desires reshape
as you smother my escape.
i identify with the shadows,
so i’ll testify in the gallows.
letting go of our outgrown cliche,
there's a spirit in complete dismay.
i'm headed on my own exploration,
awaken my sweet transformation.
When I grieve at grievances foregone
And sing to myself my melancholy song.
The hurt, miseries and sorrows suffered
The pangs of pain and agony doubled.
The long lost childhood that was so bare;
With nothing to recall recollect or share.
My tears my sole companion have been
From early days till the years of teen.
The long lost friendship and unachieved aim
The un-numbered failures ; my weaknesses claim.
The true colour of love which I could never see
My prayer is unanswered unheard is my plea.
Oh! happiness you are so elusive!
Why do you always elude me?
When I grieve at grievances foregone
And sing to myself my melancholy song.
The hurt, miseries and sorrows suffered
The pangs of pain and agony doubled.
The long lost childhood that was so bare;
With nothing to recall recollect or share.
My tears my sole companion have been
From early days till the years of teen.
The long lost friendship and unachieved aim
The un-numbered failures ; my weaknesses claim.
The true colour of love which I could never see
My prayer is unanswered unheard is my plea.
Oh! happiness you are so elusive!
Why do you always elude me?
When I grieve at grievances foregone
And sing to myself my melancholy song.
The hurt, miseries and sorrows suffered
The pangs of pain and agony doubled.
The long lost childhood that was so bare;
With nothing to recall recollect or share.
My tears my sole companion have been
From early days till the years of teen.
The long lost friendship and unachieved aim
The un-numbered failures ; my weaknesses claim.
The true colour of love which I could never see
My prayer is unanswered unheard is my plea.
Oh! happiness you are so elusive!
Why do you always elude me?