My Muse

~ Megha's World

This is the third poem in the anthology of poems called Lifecycle of a poem

“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink was tempered with love’s sighs.”
― William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost

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My inspiration
the music to which my
quill dances  wildly
beyond the realms
of dreams and reality

As surreal as the dreams
in the midnight
in the eyes shut wide open
to observe your
eternal beauty
imbued with the poetic metaphors
which stirs the poet inside me and
rattles and shake me to the core

Your presence alone in
world
opens the heavenly firmament
from where the
sonnets births
and take safe haven

Bathed in the moonlight
you conjure those thoughts
magically in my
resplendent mind
a mere glance of you
keeps the thought
brimming and alive

A mere fleeting touch of your face
brings out the divine rhapsody
to life
They think
I’m putting the
oddities of life to use;
when I secretly
hide your identity
my precious muse.

Photo by Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash

P.S Below are the links to previous anthologies I have attempted. Take a look.

Seven Deadly Sins

Elements of Nature

Published by Megha's World

I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts. I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones. I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly. Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation. Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.

45 thoughts on “My Muse”

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  6. Reblogged this on A Tangle of Weeds and commented:
    How blessed am I that a writer of Megha’s calibre would dedicate this brilliant write to me. This is beyond beautiful, both her words and her gesture. Thank you Megha for humbling me so. May your pen always flow with your powerful ink.

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  9. The Muse is personal and need not be identified by the poet for such an impetus for poetic drive belongs to the poet. Love is, perhaps, the greatest Muse for even loss is but a derivative of love, the product of love leaving (be it death or the pulling away of a lover). It differs from inspiration because the Muse activates the foundation from which we write while the inspiration is the catalyst for igniting the Muse. At least, that’s my humble opinion. I love this, so much!

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