I don’t want to be one of the poets

I don't want to be one of the poetswho loved so deep it broke their heartthat they wrote like none had ever writtenearning millions of lovers for their art I don't want to be one of the poetsthat paid a price in blood and died in lifereleasing their soul in all of their versesto be…

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The fine gifts of the poet's muse sore to the eyes of those aroundwho'd rather see the warmth of lies than with the truth come to terms So, the poet leaves them unwrappedbehind secret doors, that they be hidand only in the purple dusk be looked atglazed wrap n' ribbons fingered but slightly And in…

Beyond Bounds

Image from Pinterest The God of the Dark takes me by the handwhispers, "Come", to unknown, alluring landsin the wee hours, no presage, no known planI'm pulled, prescient...magnetised by him, and held by the waist, as he smiles softly behindspurring me on, as his firm fingers intertwinein mine; and I, locked in levitating, lusty decoysmoke…

Invoking The Muse

Come back to me, O Muse,Wake, and ascend to your heightIn your gold let me, O Musegild my pen with a sword's mightthat it may then, O Musethe very parchment alchemisewhose blinding rays, O Muse,will veil art's white sorcery and lies © Isha Garg

Painted Nymph

All the cups of colours on the floor;the nymph drips in moistened hues...Paintbrushes and their deft strokeshave laboured in love for this view.Reds and blues, they swirl on her,but purple is her crowning jewel...And what poet can paint in verse the beauty that her pinks do hold?The masterpiece of the artist, she-the most striking canvassed…