To The Muse
There shall be a day of freedom and joy
And there be a night, mixed with mirth and a melancholia song.
There would be dances, candles and a crowd of millions….
Yet, there would be my morbidity to me to sing along.
There will be a noon, without the sun
And the colours bland,
And there would be faded vistas and languid lakes,
Without you holding my hand.
Then on some listless eve,
With a sudden gust, I….would be blown away,
Like the sand.
But you won’t be there to hold me back,
That I understand.
But be it known that it won’t be a day
Filed with shrieks and cries,
That it won’t be a night of remorseful
Sighs…..
But it would be a calm, nonchalant morn
When my mind, filled with your serenity…
And a thought of yours, will be the last I think
Before I close my eyes……
Category: Poems
