The Muse

Let me remain your Muse and you my beloved Artist
Fly high on my wings; my wings brushed with the choicest of treasures-
abundance of love, plenty of inspiration and imagination galore

You and I are not to be bound by shackles of permanency
We would lose our magic, if it were to be so
Spirits moulded, souls in unison we yet remain free; free to explore and grow richer together

At the tap of your thought on the pane of my window
I'd come rushing to your side
And fill your palate with the best of my colours

The world would gush and stand in awe at your creation
Bursting with pride and filled with love, I'd quietly slip out of your gentle embrace
and wait at my abode, till our thoughts meet again

Comments

Ruchira Gupta said…
Hi Asha whats a Muse? Have you copied this poem from any book or written it by yourself. I have started writing blogs and I hope you will visit them and give me comments on how to improve.
August 30, 2010 at 8:50 AM
ash said…
A Muse is a source of inspiration and writers and poets have spoken about the Muse from the olden days onwards. The origin is from Greek mythology...you could read up on that, if interested. The poem (I still won't call it one :)) is mine.
I did go through your blogs and the one on Ooty is interesting. DO send me an email at ash.shimon@gmail.com. I have something for you :)
August 31, 2010 at 1:48 AM
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