BY NANDINI RAO BUDHAGAVI
Dear Muse,
Its been 21 years since we met. The last time I saw You,
You unearthed me to find regret.
Regret for all those times You found happiness, joyous moments,
mosaic memories, honest hope, faith in the soul,
as if your quest was for something ephemeral.
Effervescence to Create has lost You,
in the way of Becoming.
You have succumbed to the notoriety of the Guild,
trying to be more like them, You have suspended artistry.
With your yearnings for perfection and paradise,
You fling aside the habitude of daily life.
Does the colossal power of being ahead of all satiate Your thirst?
It merely quenches a boulder which would descend upon Your chest to hurt.
In these years,
You did become someone’s muse in their poem.
To be written by someone,
You did understand the intricate frailties.
Your company elates, said the one You chose to keep at bay.
Because your hopeless romantic antic was set on unrequited.
Attracted to him in ways You cannot explain,
it’s a tragic You experienced when he can’t reciprocate.
You questioned your very existence, insecurities were heightened.
Your soul wept when your emotions realized,
that him sitting with You was a simile,
for he, was in someone else’s destiny.
Now You stand in diffidence,
to heal Yourself from the Saudade.
You are caught in an escarpment of a mature mind and a romantic heart.
Confused, You seek comfort in the dissonance,
exhausted, You crave for harmony.
Living up to people’s suppositions, You no longer realize.
Mocked, defeated, tethered by Your own self,
indifference became your reality.
Castles of hopes and ambitions crash and collapse
at the sweep of the rough hand of Fate.
But I dare say, You have come quite a long way.
You have taken life to be fleeting joy of momentous race,
whereas, love lies in permanence.
Your delusional idea of happiness from static realm,
is familiar,
against something that can be transcendental.
Resurrect from Your last judgement,
where silence stands suspended. In Your search for perfection,
don’t forsake You Eunoia.
Appreciate your romance, for it will transform into poem.
Your presence is colossal for it stands apart.
Be a consort willing to learn the mistakes, for You,
are what it takes to be Your life mate.
Bear and break this onrush unprecedented,
for the glory of My Present lies in the pride of My Past reminiscent,
for You is Me in yonder, carrying on a revolution to a promising Future.
Yours in the Becoming.
P.S- I am my own Artist’s muse, to experience my artistry, I ask of the reader to immortalize my story.