I often wondered who a Muse is,
How does one soul,
Perhaps nonexistent, attract many?
Is it a person, or a place, what do I seek?
One fine morning opened my eyes,
And perhaps it answered me.
Rumi's verse read:
"What You Seek Is Seeking You!"
And for a moment, my heart made a leap.
My journey to look for You
It has been quite taxing,
Painful and rebellious.
Let's stop playing hide and seek,
Let's stop pretending to be weak,
I have stopped looking for You,
In every person around me.
You make my heart beat miles,
As I pen down Your thoughts.
You never had a face in my imagination,
Just gestures to tell You apart.
I have seen the world in monochrome,
I have now seen reality.
I have stopped looking for You.
I know perhaps,
You are just another character in my story!
Perhaps the Muse I sought after,
Hoping him to be flesh and blood,
But I know You are too perfect,
To be true in this cruel world.
I have lost my interest in searching,
I now believe in faith,
I trust the feelings and my pen.
It had been a long wait,
Unfruitful and impatient.
You gave me some greatest stories,
And dreams fulfilled by them.
I don't seek You anymore,
Yes, I quit the search.
My brain is tired, so is my heart,
But hope refuses to die out.
Years have passed in waiting,
Dreams long overdue,
As I realise that happiness is in loving You,
Not hoping for You to be true.
It is what makes us who we are,
Away from the facade of the world,
I find You where I see Love,
The most abundant,
Inside Me.
~ Suranya
