I am somebody’s muse-
He wanted to paint me nude,
I agreed….
All he saw was another man’s,
Impressions on each part of me,
He searched for me in ‘Me’!
He wanted to write a poem –
He wanted an inspiration,
I agreed….
He searched for a hint of me in me,
All he found was another man’s works of art!
He was furious-
He was up against a man, who was crafted all over me,
The visible man and invisible man fought feverishly...
...and,
I took each blow with an excruciating pain-
I succumbed to their love and hate!
yin and yang
ReplyDeletelove and hate
visible and invisible
time and timeless
The Muse is the reflection of its Man, so much so that the self in it is overshadowed by his art,but when the search for the self in Muse begins, there begins the chase, the race of known and unknown .
ReplyDeleteLoved this, was my personal interpretation, dont mind that. Let more such posts keep floating in from you!!