The starry sky,
sober moonlight.
I start to write
An ode to the night..
Mind barren, infertile and vast
Hands stop, fingers move.
only to scratch
An unwritten past.
Eyes closed, I pose.
Images flow, of people, of places..
Where is my muse?
In broken chords, in incomplete phrases?
Dilapidated lines
call out my name.
What have you made of us?
We stand, defamed!
Snapshots of memories
Distantly near.
Lost between time and space,
My muse, so unclear.
Mortality of men
Or futility of life?
Dawn of a new day
Or end of a strife?
Where is my muse?
Lost in God's vanity
Flying with clipped wings
My insane sanity!
WHERE IS MY MUSE??!
My first poem of the year after a long time of drought in my head! phew! Where the hell is my muse ??
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