In Pursuit of a Muse

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In Pursuit of a Muse

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There is only so much I can draw from my pail

draining words that exist on my tongue

and emotions alive in my heart,

then, where muse shall I find you again?

If attempts to recapture may fail

in the passing illusions

and my fingers are numbed and stained

from the ink of another’s delusion

who like me only dreams

among words that remained-

Will I find you in the love of a stranger?

Tell me how to draw out all this passion

trapped inside, when it screams

to let out in the words

that my tongue won’t pronounce,

how will I recognize that is you

if I draw from my soul

and the pail becomes empty-

Will I ever regress and renounce

this desire for a muse that does burn?

Tell me again if in death I will learn

and my need will subside

or forever to bleed my desires

in the ink of a fool that must write

while condemned to the fires of hell-

H.O


“I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand. Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer.”

― Avijeet Das

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