The artist seeks,
The muse reciprocates.
The artist is on a wayward journey,
Of fascination, and of fantasy,
The muse simply has to be.
Something that stirs, the artist seeks,
The lying mass underneath
And the muse, simply by means of being,
Bestows upon the artist,
That quality, that framework,
That welcome respite,
That the artist seeks.
And thus, by doing none other than being,
The muse reciprocates.
Thinking about you,
Talking to you,
Being in your presence,
Soaking in your aura,
Gives me a respite
From all the madness,
From all the frenzy.
And I’m thankful for the delightful bit of nonsense crap
That we shared together;
The unspoken words rest,
Knowing that they’d seldom come out.
I fantasise about getting to know you, everyday —
Your skin glistens as I seek to discover the unbound pleasures of you,
Of the thought of you
Tremors course through your body as I make my way to the pot of gold,
Shimmery and dazzling
Rivulets appear in places where one would want to find them,
Gleaming in all their glory.
I find my way through the lush meadows, lusher than ever,
Heading over uncharted terrain, marking my territory
With romance, and with poetry;
Neverfound lands, newfound sensations
Sensations of adventure, and sensations of transcendence,
Taking in everything, taking in you.
I drink from the abundant wells, I lap it up all up
I swoon, I coddle
I give all I can give, and some more
For I’m a seeker, and I seek to know you
I’m a lover, and I yearn to love you
And I dream about making endless passion with you.
And the majestic tree stands,
Still as life,
As the chaos unfolds,
Bustling in and bustling out —
Taking it all in,
Content in its disposition,
Content, and beautiful,
Growing all the while,
Taking in the sights,
Taking in everything.
Feverish energy
Unbounded urges
All of life’s passion —
The raucousness of youth
The restlessness of hormones
The mind in daze
The heart on fire
The almost-touches, the almost-grazes
A glorious pot of burning gold
Bursting to swathe you, all over
In gold, in silver
In silver, and in gold;
Swimming in the glory
Never felt so good.
The floor has been set.
The music has been put on.
The participants await, in eager anticipation of the back-and-forth
Hoping to be sometimes playful,
Sometimes challenging.
An outstretched hand
A swirl and a twirl
Counting the other to be ready for the counter-move,
The one that’s necessary, for completion’s sake.
They look to inspire the best in each other,
And, if need be,
They’re quick to make up for one another.
A Sight into My Psyche 