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

velizar-ivanov-500659.jpgMy 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…

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made easy by the night ~

tornadoday

come now

lean against the longing
of one more moment here
a place to stay
without the need
for waiting –
the need for some forgiveness
(dare we ask again)
the want for home
(another me)
come in

lean against this promise –
made easy by the night
a candle glowing
ash upon the lawn
whene’er it comes
where’re it lays
(on sheets) the scent
of summer sun

the dawn will bring
assurance
of ten thousand yesterdays
we talked of this
returning
lest you find me
(just this way)

leaned against the kitchen sink
staring down the road
(forgotten every reason
not to stay)

. . .

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Sea salt awareness

Come enjoy this romantic tale of exploration!

Siren Whispers

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I don’t want placid.

A lake without ripples, 

a sea without waves.

I want to feel the violence 

of being alive.

That sea salt awareness

the sting

the bite

ice cold to my senses

leaving me with an exhilaration

never known.

I want to be stirred

to my depths.

As his teeth meets my flesh

and sinks into the heart of me

finding me

tasting me

all of me.

Hungry for what he knows I keep

hidden below the surface,

that which has never seen the light of day.

A complexity that feeds

his curiosity

his desires

as he maps me

to understand me.

To help me

understand myself.

From East to West

and all of the miles

in between.

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