Hello muse, my old friend, how have you been?
It has been a week since you last said hello. I’m starting to get a little concerned about you. But come to think of it, you seem a tad aloof these days. Distant, as if you don’t like my heart. Or the words there which need you to bring them out. Even I don’t know what they are, till you come and chat with me, and help me express myself easily. If there is anyone listens to me, cares for me at any time I need, or whatever state of mind I am in, it is you. Have I changed so much that you don’t feel at home anymore? I might have, I don’t deny that.
Our friendship has lasted for more than a decade now. I still remember the first time you made contact with me, that boring day in school when I was but nine, and you brought out a poem not even I knew I had in my heart. After that, my teachers never looked anywhere else for poetry competitions. I was the one they looked at to bring accolades to the school. Though I knew my poems weren’t just mine, they were collaborated with you. You were, still are, a part of me that no one else could see. It was you who got my first fiction out of me. I know Cin prodded you to do it, but she couldn’t know the story I had to tell. You did. I’ve grown so much in writing because you did. It is you who knew when I was at the edge of the cliff, with one foot over, almost jumping to the end. You made me to write. Suddenly, the world seemed brighter, and my heart lighter without that burden.
When I shared with the poetic community, they told me I was lucky; that my muse had served me well. But how can you serve me? You are my dearest friend, not my servant.
Is there a need for compromising between us? Yes, I have changed, but deep down, I am still that same nine year old you befriended nearly two decades back. Don’t become distant from me. Please. There’s always a Leo within me waiting for you to inspire, bring out the best in me.
Come back soon. I miss you.
This fiction post has been inspired by the wordle given at The Sunday Whirl #176, and is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
(31st August 2014)
Well he does love you, Vins’s muse. I know and all his readers love you too. So please come back soon. 🙂
Hope she does soon, Jb 😀
Awww.. I love the raw emotion in this piece. If it’s non-fiction; it’s so touching and over whelmed! I like how you wrote ‘there is still a Leo waiting in me’ and also how she is your ‘dearest friend’ not a ‘servant’ to serve you. Very well expressed!
Have a great day!
Warm Regards,
-Naima
Well, my muse tends to be scared of small changes too, Naima 🙂 so just assuring her I’m still the same deep dowm. Thanks & glad you liked the post.
It’s so nice. I hope she gets to read it 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Warm Regards,
-Naim
Oh, my muse is here and there, sometimes she is over my shoulder but very silent 🙂 She reads whatever I write. Even this post, she might have got it out of me without actually doing it. 😉 That’s why she’s an old friend, Naima.
You’re an artist with words Leo, keep it up 🙂
-Naima
🙂
Our muses are a tease aren’t they?
Sometimes, too much of a tease, Old Egg 😛
Well I think h/she is there….maybe time changes everything…the way we write..how we write..and why…but as long as we keep doing it…all will be ok..
I hope so too, Jae 🙂 Thanks
Awww 🙂
I hope she comes back soon too… and on her way back, please ask her to find mine and tag her along too 😛
My muse says your muse is looking over your shoulder and you should write something today, Bhavs 😉
well well well .. is she back yet then …
and I am sure she never left you or went anywhere .. 🙂
She’s somewhat back I guess, Biks 😉 but she does leave at times.
“You are my dearest friend, not my servant.” – Truer words couldn’t be said. Though I have trouble calling mine “friend” at times.
Haha 🙂 Yes, sometimes it feels tough to call “friend”, but she is my friend, Laura 🙂 I think she’ll be back soon.
At least yours is a “she.” Mine is very definitely male…and stubborn…and an egotistical prick, but I do love him. Mostly.
Hehe 😀
Your muse loves leo more than anything. Even mine hides often and at times for long but they do come back. I am sure your’s will too. Till he does, write nonsense or random. I did that once and he forcibly purged out one day 🙂
My muse is a she, Ladywhispers 🙂 I hope she will come on her own without a forced exit.
hugs! maybe she is on vacation? 😀
Maybe 🙂 But hopefully, not a very long one, Pix 😉
A lovely expression! I feel it too as my muse at the moment seems distant and I am struggling to cope. Good luck to you with your’s.
Hope you find your muse soon, Stormcat 🙂
Here’s hoping she will be back for good to continue to inspire you!
Yeah Roshni 🙂 She’s hovering around somewhere. Just over my shoulder possibly.
Leo, she is very much with you.I can see her in you writings. Beautifully written.
Thanks, Usha ji 🙂 She’s hovering around. Can feel it.
Ah the wayward Muse, threaten them with some kind of violence and the will come back. Always works with me 😉 Great piece
My muse is a peace-lover, Cathy 😛 She runs away at the threat of violence. 😉 Have made her a peace offering instead. 😀
So painful , the separation is, isn’t it ? I’m so happy to see you back on track, Vins….. I’ve lost mine. She doesn’t seem to be around. Still looking for her !
You’re not looking hard enough 🙂 She’s right near you, Sree. Vegam ezhuthu. Njan waiting!