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POETRY
Muse
An Affair with the Unseen
Muse.
Our every kind of love.
They have no pronouns,
But many face cards,
More than fifty shades of personality,
All doused and glazed with different emotions.
Some are hard to define, some complex,
Multifaceted, never boring, yet charming,
Ever ready to hound our dreamy minds,
Splurging ideas like an endless cash flow.
What would we have done without them?
Perhaps roamed empty roads,
Wandering aimlessly, wondering about a thousand things,
Dancing like madmen, doing the plus-minus
Of wrong decisions and bad timings,
Tearing pages, rewriting digitally,
Making a scene, leaving our bodies giddy.
Dreams are dreamt because of them,
Fantasies breathe through their endless chattering,
They are the moths to our flame,
A sailor to our siren, a nymph to our temptations,
