Thursday, October 16, 2008

Musing over my muse...

My muse makes me crave to write. This itch to write, to express...what? I do not know. Somehow, there's no extreme emotion as yet. Not yet. So I cannot write a poem or a story. However, I can tell you what I was thinking.

My muse, as I said, makes me crave to write. And sometimes, when I have read too much of his poetry, I feel intoxicated. He merges emotions and words like Neruda, expressing simple-ordinary stuff in uncommon metaphors. He weaves a tapestry so beautiful, like Gabriel, that I feel as if I'm under a moon-lit indigo sky, and the breeze is a caress, a message from a beloved. I feel this when I am sitting in my cubicle, in the underground office from where I cannot even see the sky.

And then I feel like calling him, meeting him. And wondering how someone, who has magic in his words, be in person?

Very human, I believe. And so, I don't meet him. Sometimes, we shouldn't face what's real. Sometimes, it's good to have a mystery in our mundane life. A bit of fairy tale mystique. To dwell upon his actuality, rather than meeting him in reality.

And so I dream on in this exotic world, created with a tinge of him, and a dash of his poems.

21 comments:

AakASH!!! said...

My God! Look at your own words here, prose poetry without an effort.

:-)

My fav portion was: 'Very human, I believe. And so, I don't meet him. Sometimes, we shouldn't face what's real. Sometimes, it's good to have a mystery in our mundane life. A bit of fairy tale mystique. To dwell upon his actuality, rather than meeting him in reality.'

Both tragic and true, like tragedies are.

And yes one needs extreme emotion.

Give yourself sometime, the tune will come to you at last.

Does it matter said...

Wondering, whether you could also call a muse as imagination?

Because, if a muse can change from what is perceived, on being met in real life, it must be that (?).

And then one is reminded of:
"In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature"
- Wallace Stevens

On a different note, imagination is also probably the first step towards out-of-the-box & lateral thinking (Edward de Bono), and then it is a cool capability to have 'coz you can perceive things that the ordinary person cannot.

A super strength, develop it!

Cheers.

rain girl said...

@aakash... :)

thank you for the compliment. coming from you, it's a huge praise, which i will cherish.

and regarding 'the tune'... i do hope, that it comes soon.

rain girl said...

@does it matter: my muse isn't my imagination - he is very real. but then, sometimes reality is like a careless pebble thrown in your calm imagination...

we all are blessed with 'this strength'.. this imagination... it's to be seen how much an individual can develop it.

tc

Does it matter said...

It is all about yr perspective, rain girl.

While one perceives reality as a pebble in the imagination, another might say that the pebble itself is the reality.

All how you look at it. And I guess, that too is, in a way, the power of imagination!

rain girl said...

@does it matter..

"While one perceives reality as a pebble in the imagination, another might say that the pebble itself is the reality."

that's exactly what i meant. you just played around with the words. :P

Does it matter said...

:-)

Yes, so what world does one select..

Will wait to hear from you, if, and when, you decide to leave the exotic world of imagination, for the real world 'pebble'.

BR/

rain girl said...

@does it matter:

"Will wait to hear from you, if, and when, you decide to leave the exotic world of imagination, for the real world 'pebble'."

couldn't comprehend..

Does it matter said...

Referring to yr post, you have, at this pt of time, decided against meeting your 'muse'.

- And then I feel like calling him, meeting him.
- Very human, I believe. And so, I don't meet him.

Wondering, if, and when, in the future, you do change yr mind. And if you do, what transpires!

The voyeur in me is alive and kicking!

:-)

rain girl said...

@does it matter..
if i change my mind in the future, it will probably be disillusioning, or enlightening. maybe the beginning of sth beautiful...or the end of it all.

keep imagining...

btw, you remind me someone...a fellow blogger...

Does it matter said...

Re: "you remind me someone...a fellow blogger..."

What can one say/ ask, but, does it matter?

(Pun entirely intended)

rain girl said...

maybe it does not... maybe..

Does it matter said...

Yes, maybe is really the operative word isn't it?
:-)

Imagine how different life would be, if one knew all answers to all questions one had !

Something like, the mystery you have created over your muse, your magical world..

btw, reread the post again, and liked the atmosphere you have created in there. The comments following it almost feel like pebbles thrown into the ocean of yr post..

•♥•♥[V]♥•♥• said...

hugs sis

keep on creating and writing!

rain girl said...

@does it matter..you guessed it right

rain girl said...

@V- love you brother *hugs*

Calvy/Abhi said...

words desert me as i read this poetic post...Photography aside,ur words,too,can paint the canvass!

rain girl said...

@abhi.. thanks sweetheart :) and welcome here! :)

Prakhar said...

Muse must be proud to read this one :)

**that I feel as if I'm under a moon-lit indigo sky, and the breeze is a caress, a message from a beloved**

beautiful emotions!

rain girl said...

@prakhar.. i hope he is. :)

and thank you for the sweet words..

psst! did u know i was on ur blog today? :P but didn't comment?

Prakhar said...

no problemo..comment whenever u feel like...nothin formal about it :)