After a while,
I gulp down my uncertaintiesTo wield my quill, and strike a note.
Yes, strike a tune it does -
My muse always does sing out a scream
And choke me down, often.
Yet, born out of my soul, I cradle
the monster; holding it in.
I fear for its existence,
Lest you want harm to befall
And celebrate the joy of a demise.
Maternal empathy longs to shout
And attack, to protect a sliver of my genes
But, every time I try to cuddle close
I find myself bitten hard.
A bleeding vaporous pain engulfs
And I hear shrieks of I-warned-you.
Yet, I cradle my tears
And kiss my muse soft,
Hoping it would quit resisting me
Praying you could decipher
Its thoughts, like I do,
And not tear its limbs apart
Screaming of insanity.
Oh, my muse, my insane muse.
I fear its plight,
And once again I strangulate it
In the prison of my soul-
And wipe the parchment blank.
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Don't know what made me attempt to write something after so long! Just trying my luck sharing this impromptu write! let me know if i have lost it. :D I shall gladly oblige n stop "trying" to write!!:)
ReplyDeleteWoW! so good to see you writing again Sashz. Be rest assured. The old flames are intact. :)
ReplyDeleteOne can just sense the restlessness you have in your poem.
Welcome back.
:) welcome back sashu!!! i love this write, i love the concept of your 'insane muse' :)
ReplyDeleteand you can never lose 'it'
"My muse always does sing out a scream
And choke me down, often."
can i say, at the risk of sounding crazy, that these are totally endearing lines :)
so keep writing, i ll always be looking forward to reading them...
"After a while, I gulp down my uncertainities and wield my quill"... and my first thought was relief that you are back... :).
ReplyDeleteWelcome ...
Perhaps, letting the muse run amok would help, than cradling it and imprisoning it.
Looking forward to read more of your musings ...
Relieved that you let your quill write out these lines, and that you let us share in the delight of that precious quill...
ReplyDeleteAs always, but always, am filled with the sense of pride, and joy when i read your verse, more so now, as it has come after such a while! Thank you, first of all, for sharing it, and most of all, for letting this muse out :)
I dont know why, but to me, these lines seem to be the most poignant, and I guess it is rightly so :)
Maternal empathy longs to shout
And attack, to protect a sliver of my genes
Glad to have you here in this space again :) Makes it more tangible somehow :) Love you :)