Thinking of Muses

Nursing a muse
is like............
nursing a child
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She was born
in me,
like a living, breathing person;
and when she grew,
she stomped out
of the palace
i had laid
out for her,
brick by brick.

Little kiddo

Little kiddo
sitting in the loo,
unaware that
i'm listening to
her secret soliloquy too.

Kites

Note: Uttarayan is an Indian festival which is marked by a change in the sun's position such that it shifts towards the northern hemisphere (rather: the earth tilts back)

The Uttarayan sky,
dotted with myriad kites
is a new beginning,
a promise that
winter will fast recede
into the magic of spring.

Here on earth,
people rejoice as
their colourful kites
flutter high in the sky;
the wind had been
kind to them.

But i am
one of those many;
their kites
stubbornly plummet
to the ground
as they try to fly it.

Thursday Think Tank; Random deviations; Sketch XI

 Isn't safety 

a simple assurance

of being loved?

Poets United Prompt- Observation (Something about poets)

The very essence
in you and me
is also the essence
in all what we see.

Otherwise, why would a poet
look for similarity
between a window
and (what's abstract),( like), opportunity?

Maybe writers and poets
use metaphors and similies  because
everything is a reflection of everything else
in a way that's not visible
to the naked eye.