Muse Dies

Tears sweep past
As muse dies
Stifling itself again
Breathing its last.

Wonder I again
How jest lost
To pen thoughts
Of deep within.

A flower resides
Deep in scents
Of pages of book
You gifted along.

How world drifted
We became I
I stand downhill
To be flooded.

Life moves ahead
So did I
Wheat and barley
Still smell same.

Rain remind me
Of memories past
When I wrote
Nothing that last.

I found hand
Imbibing my struggle
Tears comes again
For I transgressed.

He penetrated thoughts
I Mumbled nothing
Before I knew
Dragged was persona.

In deep recesses
Of memorable times
I flashed smiles
To cry again.

Life ran fast
Leaving me behind
Hurting the soul
Clueless was I.

Struggle in hurts
I numbly move
Questioning the life
Testing my patience.

I die again
Not to renew
Battered is soul
In deciding turns.

Turns I oversaw
Which leads astray
World rolled down
I couldn’t decide.

Choosing the right
Or loving wrong
Happiness of moments
Destined to cry.

Clueless I remain
Life makes move
Dying soul inside
Buries the muse.

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33 thoughts on “Muse Dies

  1. nice nabu…I love the flower in the end..its pretty..and there's so much hurt in this poetry.you know, I became a poet too when I was in the darkest phase of my life.It happened to me too when nothing but words could support my loneliness and hurt.hug

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