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.
(31st August 2014)