Fiddler on the Roof

My muse are you
Unbeknownst to you

My muse are you
Sending all my thoughts askew
Firing off my inner peace
Flame engulfing my inner world

Birthing possibilities deep within my womb
Scratching bloody trails deep within my soul
Smouldering away my inner peace
Shaking away my carefully stacked contentment

My muse are you
Unbeknownst to you

Oars in oars out
The silence of a twilight river
Occasional swoops of a pied kingfisher
Along the river’s banks

Oars in oars out
The waters gently sway my boat
From side to side
And then again, before my boat
Finds its balance
Sinking into her silken waters
Drowning waist-deep into her re-assuring bosom

Oars in oars out
Lulled into a sleepy melody
Of the rivers own song of contentment
Mimicked by santoors and a jal tarang
Peaceful, happy peals and tinkles
Of the river’s bangled limbs and
Azure flowing sari-end
Wrapped around my creaky boat

Oars in oars out
Mirroring the silent song in my heart…

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
– Emily Dickinson