So this Poem for you, My Muse is called YOU..
I Look into the glass,
I see the image get reflected.
Is that ME standing there?
Or is that the YOU IN ME getting reflected?
You - The Muse that Captivates,
That transports the senses beyond reason.
The Inspiration Within,
And The Person Without.
A thousand stars in the sky,
Vouched for a Powerful Union.
And Yet its Destiny's Whim to Change,
The Imperfect Game for the Perfect Match.
Changing the game is not to be tried,
Yet I find Myself Lost in You.
How can My Thoughts Not Wander,
And Find Themselves Stuck on You?
You - The Wonderful, Mysterious You,
The Scarred yet Pristine You.
The One I Feel More than Myself,
And Yet Know Not and Let That Be.
I Shatter the Mirror into Tiny Fragments,
To Drive Your Reflection Away from Me.
But My Action Taunts Me in the Cruelest Way,
Each Fragment Reflecting More of YOU IN ME....
I wrote this on Valentine's Day..
Why wish a muse
so far gone into the night?
Why wait with baited breath
to see you all right?
For you are the ornament
that adorns my body of life.
For you are the spark before a smouldering fire
that keeps me burning bright..
Happy Valentine's Day my Muse..
I hope you keep firing my thoughts, lighting my spirit and fueling my imagination
Till the End of Time....
So, my Muse..I hope you know what I feel when I am with you..or even Without..Just thinking about you....
With you I feel lost,
in a bubble of my own,
My Heart warms up with delight,
When you touch my soul..
Old Memories are revived,
New Memories are formed.
Just watching you laugh and talk,
I get my smile back..
Being with you is not all mirthful,
Yet there is something about strife.
The anger - a spec in time,
Waiting to be replaced with Joy..
I was without you once but I never am,
How can I substitute you My Muse?
When your absense is Unthinkable
and your very presence a Vibrant Vibgyor..
I would ask you to stop the clock,
If and When we ever meet again.
I know they say Nothing lasts Forever,
But My Muse, Isn't that Challenge Enough....;)
For You My Muse..Because its what you do to me....
My Undoing....
If you could only see me now,
If you could only feel it,
You would know
without the slightest doubt,
What you have done to me
Is my undoing..
Oblivious to the sights and sounds,
Of the cacophony, squalor or majesty,
Of the varied human nature,
Playing with your kaleidoscope
Of Molten Hot Hues
Is my Undoing..
Building a bubble or a world of my Own,
My Passions Simmering and on the Edge,
Teasing and Yet Testing the Limits,
Fantasizing Incessantly and almost Inherantly
About your layers of Ardour
Is my Undoing..
