Missing Muse

Without my muse,
I can paint no more....
can write no more...
I bleed no more...
I feel no more...

@ Cepums - http://cepums.deviantart.com/art/artist-and-muse-45504220 

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...and after days and days of the bitter cold darkness,
it showed itself in the hour when all the hope had drained away...
...a gleaming speck of fading light,
fluttering about like a lost firefly...
...guiding the way through the night,
silently telling you it'll all soon be alright...

Rumi

Your soul whispers secrets of the echoing eternity.

Listen.

Morbid Passions

Take my life

Pull this breath out of my body

strand by strand

and with it

take my words,

thoughts,

this heart,

and

my soul...

For I've bathed

in the fount of your bliss

and I care

no more.

Let me

relish your

simple beauty.

Free me

from myself.

Drain me

of this fanaticism.

Consume me.

Unchained

If only you could see what my eyes do...

If only you could live a dream so true...

Would you know,

How it feels to be blinded by the vision...

Or how to sore free in a prison...

Rumi, My Dearest...

Dearest Rumi,

Your words resonate the songs of my soul,
During sleepless nights and agonizing days they console.

You are within me...
You are around me...

You are me...

I love Snow Globes

The ground on which I stand has been shaken,

Its too cold, dark and quiet in here,

The Snow flakes come dancing down from nowhere,

They have nowhere to go,

And nothing to say...

Occasionally one rests on your brow,

Takes away all your sorrow...

I wish life meant more to me than it does,

I wish I dwelled in a Snow Globe.

Bitter Tears

How do you describe Bitter?
Is it merely distasteful, unpleasant and disgusting?
Or is it more than that?
Have you ever tasted the words that come out of your mouth?
Do they taste bitter?
When you opened your mind and heart to see where these words came from, and all you could find is a dead self, rotten to its core.
Bitter are my words.
Bitter are my tears.
Bitter is the air around me.

I will meet you yet again

 I will meet you yet again (Main Tenu Phir Milangi)

I came across her writings while completing an assignment. Her work is pregnant with emotions, intense yet simple and flawless.

I will meet you yet again
How and where
I know not
Perhaps I will become a
figment of your imagination
and maybe spreading myself
in a mysterious line
on your canvas
I will keep gazing at you.


~ Amrita Pritam

Secrets unfold...

The Sea is Calm tonight,

the lonesome stars shinning bright.

There lives not a happy soul,

who by the Great one has never been cajoled.

He now sits on the shore,

his Previous thoughts he abhors.

Enlisting his long list of follies,

his Ungrateful guilt, his Homeward calling...

His fatherly greatness smiles upon him,

summoning him nearer ~ He embraces Him.

And then gently the Great one to him unfolds,

the secret of the world that has been untold,

"Truth bedecks not in princely clothes,

neither does it descend from higher slopes."

Destiny was unfolding itself tonight,

he shuddered as he felt the Cosmic Light.

Like a child he listened ~ aghast...

as his Father's knowledge upon him was cast.

"Truth, my child, is the nakedness of a newly born,

it is the jewel that nature adorns.

There is always a beginning to an end;

The Good and The Bad will ultimately Blend..."