THE MUSE


THE MUSE

 
His words -
My most comprehensive insurance coverage,
The more he scattered them
Generously on fertile soil,
They become organic
Enriching me through the lean seasons

His words are a blazing torch
Filling me up through the darkest reception of my soul,
And in the harshest weather of the human existence.

His words are garlands,
Trophies for every days' greatness,
Backpack ready to gear me up for my victory lap.

His words made me something immeasurable by any standard,
Something better than wealth,
Net worth and caste systems.

His words are warmly spoken,
Blanket reinforcements wrapping me away from the bareness of the cold street life,
Home shelter to orphans and the destitute,
The vulnerable and abused,
To the safe haven of a mother's bosom.

And when I was suffocated by the twigs of my biogenic inadequacies,
Un-comely and deformed in my mentality,
His words were spoken like an acquittal verdict from my imprisonment,
To freedom from faceless adversaries.

In my heaviest despair,
His words reassured like the promise of a full life's insurance package,
Making me weightless as antimatter,
Slicing through bars of challenges like the free air,
The impediments as tall as they were,
Existing as useless criss-cross of virtual lines only existing in my head.

His words,
Gave me immortality,
Mastery over sickness, weakness and inhibitions,
Invincible like I should be,
Over the seas and mountains of life,
The claws and fangs of the Human nature.

His words are laced with life,
Every morning I arise like a miracle,
So effortlessly like a superhero to take up my impossible daily tasks,
Like defying time relativity: the past, present and future,
Exploring in and beyond the space of my wildest imaginations.

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