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.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, One Single Impression , Sunday Scribblings, Weekend Wordsmith, Poetry Picnic and Thursday Poets Rally.