My Muse!

Would you believe if I tell,
Who’s my muse whom
I read and spell.
How I crave for the pen to write it down
On the paper,
I remember the nights full with her
And how I keep her on wallpaper.

Keeping calm, and saunter is on,
Until the wounds vanish,
And I become silent.

Let’s talk about my muse,
Someone who’s in my head
I make love with, share my bed with,
And give everything that it requires.
No shade, no face, no beauty, no dress,
A mere imagination of mine
Which always comes up and impress.

My story is familiar with
A sense of belonging,
I don’t need to seek outside,
When I call, it suddenly says
I’m coming, I’m coming.

I was born in May 21, in the year 1995
On the full moon night,
Or maybe by the seaside.
I cried so hard that I still hear the waves
In the moment of chaos,
Your voice is the something for which I still crave.

My unpublished draft,
My scrambled piece of papers,
How you always bring comfort
Even on days, when I have nothing to share.

That’s how I welcome and celebrate the month of May
May this day brings joy and bring the hope’s ray.
Would you stay with me tonight and forever, I asked my muse
It says, “I’m here, I’m here.”

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Sumit Yadav(25), popularly known as SumitOfficial, is a blogger from Mumbai who has been writing since 5 years, and has posted 600+ Blog Posts till now. He is an MBA and works in an Educational Industry in Mumbai as a Senior Career Consultant. His spare-time activities include creative things like -- Acting, Photographing, mimicking, singing. He has worked with Radios, appeared on National TV, interviewed authors, appeared on newspapers for multiple activities, and has written reviews for magazines. Also, he's been consistently writing offline in his journals for more than 875+ days now. He believes in Continuous Progression, and Exponential Growth. 

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29 thoughts on “My Muse!”

      1. She should be in your head even when you leave this page and get busy with your work. She is like that to me.

        Maybe I feel her everywhere. Even in the non-living things, and who knows that’s why I address her as “It”.

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