#burningmuse

Flitting in the shadows

I can’t see you, I can’t hear you

But your presence is a magnet

A force I fight, I resist.

Until I’m armed to the teeth

I’m not letting the dark

Get the best of me

I’m not letting the light

Bedazzle me

One thing I’ve learnt

There ain’t no fair fight left

When the dance of the night

Today I did not dream of life,

But lived my dream instead,

It was not all I'd ever hoped,

It was so much better yet!

So if, like me, you want a sign,

I'll make it crystal clear,

Dreams come true in all their breadth,

ii. These feelings are not mine to feel Not mine to hurt nor heal Yet like the rain that fell into my cup, my well Pass through me As the river does To sea So eyesight on starlight That I’ve no right To claim Who could be so brazen What claim could be made I hold no title nor no deed No flower, save a reed To whistle my whittled tune Chipped down and down, what loon-acy You see This emotion that doth stir The rivers, ponds, and birds No birds or bees No stories

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.22.24 “Can't Help Feeling"

to rākshasas shiva granted then deprived

your psychedelic hatred for everything vivid woke up and met itself

an official visualizer song natraja dashboard 

i realised i needed you more than hungry ghost realm

i needed you more than needs' need

the third eye was treacherously unappetizing don't stare at cement dust

they voyage on positive cruelty vibes

you said whatever was to come would now be i waited for you to lie still

so i could be intimately hallway alone

my head as antithesis of shiva's matted hair

my head without strength you assay

if you refuse to perish as a human become a rākshasa

there's a futility to life that only life assumes

like gulmohars spewing leaves icterine

or a kite carrying away furryball squirrel

The second star to the right Faded away Just like the first one.

With the faintest of echoes, Wedded only the cosmos, I, too, rocked in the dark.

I seemed to recall a lullaby, Sweet dreams wished And by a mother, not my own.

How I wished I could sleep. But that fantasy was for the other, Not I, and begged for, were scraps.

It was then, that the third star arrived; And then, I knew it’d leave, To join all that goes

With all that must be gone.

The teams are becoming clear Despite their efforts To keep us focused On fighting each other

The Media The Corporate Elites The Bought Politicians

They see us turning Toward them