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I lost my muse


Aspirations still find themselves centered towards you

and so, I am stuck in this torpid and doomed to write

all day long and on these moonless nights

till I wipe out the very trace of you.


Oh! how we conspired together to never let this end,

to inspire each other and let our creations blend!


I had chosen to be your apprentice

declare myself your canvas, and be your master-piece


Such desires toil every night to scratch the layers of reality.

But, they fail to transcend the turmoil of inner duality


My hollow words echo back  in dismay

From the chalice, tears percolate everyday


I fear not your hatred O! Muse, but your insensitivity

I regret not your absence but my instance of levity


How shall I now chronicle my tale, O! Fountainhead

without you how shall I narrate that instance, when we both bled.


How shall I now say,

what words shall I choose,

who will listen to my wearied rhyme

to the ragged tale of my tumultuous crime?


Will it be discarded as a lowly device

 or will it suffice –

 when I say, “I lost my muse

in the myriad of hues”

Yes, such creations never end. But for now I guess I will stop here. Probably you would like to have a look Ayan and Shubham!



the lost game


A pen will be enough,

a typing sheet will suffice.

But the words I need to utter

shall not flow tonight.

Let’s look for the fluorescence

the stimulator and the radiance

replaced by a hollow that runs deep

and appears abysmal and dark.

Who will answer when I ask?

For the force that is lost,

in which direction

should I look forward?

My blood lies cold,

the inspiration has ceased to flow.

Is it time to surrender,

I wonder have I lost the game

or the entire terrain?