How fickle this muse is at times,
I’ve to chide her to come out,
To inspire my every inspiration,
Be the voice behind each shout.
To leave a place where I’m set,
And find new spaces to write,
These travels are always tiring,
Against my heartbeats, to fight
I have forgotten my frustrations,
At her cajoling, stubborn mind,
And done her ways for writing,
What thoughts I once did find,
As I look onward, I am unsure,
If these travels will come again,
But she seems at home here,
As are my happiness and pain
To get back to writing, I left WordPress for Blogspot recently, in August, and then returned back here for a longer stay this December. One of the more fixed memories of the year I suppose.
I hope for a better year,
for a very dear friend;
who on road to happiness,
found despair in the end.
Misled from the beginning,
her dream life got worse,
she left with only tears,
no blessings but a curse.
Sensitive but well loved,
I hope she gets through;
dear friend, know this,
many hearts care for you.
This verse you can’t read,
but I know you can hear,
our friendship is always,
treasured, and very dear.
My best friend got married in April, and I had felt her joy and delight every time I used to pull her leg, call her auntie etc. Recently, she filed for separation from her husband. She’s very sensitive to sorrows, and I’ve been helping her to try and get back up emotionally. I pray she gets the strength to return to the wonderful, fun-loving girl I know her to be.
Inspired by a thought
Muse travels in parts with joy
And a poem is knit
I collaborated with Lady Nimue in March as we corresponded through mails to write the poem As It Will Be. It is memorable to me, because it is the first time I collaborated with another writer without knowing where the poem is headed. It was a delightful little project.
I took out my pencil from the box and wrote the first word.
The muse was in good mood today, and the sentences formed quickly.
Then I stopped, erased it all out; started again.
“What’s wrong? That was good, you fool”, snapped my offended muse.
“Dammit, writing in 55 words isn’t easy”, I snapped back.
May is memorable to me because it was the first time I tried writing Flash 55 fiction, inspired by the writers at G-man’s Friday meme. I’d written lengthy fictions before, so limiting the story to 55 words without losing the zest in the writing was very challenging for me.
For Lady Nimue‘s Months Challenge – March, April, May and August.
(’11. dec 31.)