Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 4, Number 2. November 2021. ISSN: 2581-7094
The Literate Muse and
the Illiterate heart
I don’t remember the
time when you first whispered,
Too young I was to
remember your lovely voice,
The dusky dawn stood
still for that unheard moment,
And your passionate song
had the mortal heart bound.
The unrequited love
longs for a lonely heart,
The touch of death
revealing beauteous sights,
You became my fantasy on
a cold dark night,
Your deep gaze piercing
the barren heart of mine.
O Muse, you madly made
me fall in love,
Falling unconsciously
into the sweet memories,
The lover within
dwelling in the moonlit stars,
Penning down the silent
thoughts left unspoken.
The self in a mirror
painting the mused music,
Of the childish wonder
and the bygone days,
Of the grieving youth
and the wounded heart,
Of life’s emptiness and
death’s new dawn.
The illiterate heart
traveling the shores unseen,
Charting the wondrous
joy of world’s delight,
Unclasping the languages
known to broken heart,
Transcending the
artist’s fame to reality’s altar.