Waiting For The Muse

Hello friends! Has it ever occurred that you love to create and that creativity just doesn't come to you? OR you have a favourite band/ musician and you are waiting for them to release a song and you wait and wait? But isn't it also true that the adventure is in the wait and the chase? Life's destinations are the same, its the journey that is the challenge. Well here is a poem on the Muse! Enjoy!

Waiting for the Music

Is it that the flowers speak to the bees?

Or the leaves whisper to the trees?

And the shimmering dark ponds, gaze at Venus at night?

And when shall the moon shine out that light?

As we wait for the whistling winds to blow,

In the distance the fireflies glow,

When will we hear the music sweet, we ponder and wonder, we look, we seek?

When shall the muse strum her songs?

 We have been waiting  just far too long!

And thus we gaze and thus we wait,

On her door steps and near the gates,

When shall she open her bolted doors?

And send her mellifluous music across the shores?

The Road I Took

Hello my dear friends, my readers! Those who have been in touch reading my thoughts, may wonder why the sudden virtual silence on this blog since June 5 which was my last post. Well, I am on the road again! My husbands just been posted out of the 'Field Area' to a 'Peace Area' , so I spent the last fifteen days packing the whole house and travelling, and I still have not reached my destination! Hmmm I dont think anyone has, philsophically speaking? Well the movement which we are still in the process of doing did remind me of the very famous poem by Robert Frost- The Not Taken -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Road_Not_Taken_(poem), kindly have a look at this beautiful poem, if you have never read it before.

The poem inspired me at times of a lot of stress, during the whole packing process, as at that time I would say to myself ' why did I have to find a guy in the army, why does it have to be so hot, why dont people work efficiently, why do we have to move, why this/that  happened to me etc'Yep, I cribbed!And then just suddeny I read the poem in a book that I was putting inside a trunk and I then started writing a sort of an answer to what Frost wrote. So here goes, I written a part of it in capital letter as a call to all my friends who are a part of my life, its not as great as Robert Frost's poem,but do give it a chance!
Its a long poem so take a hot black coffee and enjoy!

The Road I Took

I took the road unknown and untaken,

Where it leads to I know not,

Where it will go to I know not,        

The end still not in sight,

But my feet are now weathered,

The feet bruised walking over thorns and sharp and sudden stones,

My feet are now hardened,

Now so strong,

No pain is felt,

No thorns now cut,

No stones now poke,

I walk on,

On all the twisted ways and bends to undisclosed days,

I walk,

To a destiny like a maze, I have to find the way out,

Where am I going? I know not.

But , I hope,

Thus I go on this path of life,

A hard and laborious one, I know,

With hope that I will reach my destination,

To where I belong to, to where I will be content?

So, COME  ALONG I

COME!  JOIN ALONG THIS EXPEDITION WITH ME!

COME! WITH YOUR FEET AND MINE, LET’S WALK!

LET OUR PATHS CRISS CROSS AND CUT ACROSS,

THEN I GO MY WAY YOU GO YOURS,

BUT,

Lets enjoy the hard passages together ,

And get through the difficult ways,

 and part,

Like rolling stones we go a long way,

And then on our own destination,

Till the journey ends,

If so,

I will then turn around and look back,

At my start and I will probably laugh,

And I will understand then, that,

All life’s voyages,

Have the same start and the same end,

HA! HA! The journey is timeless, and I will pass the baton on…..

The journey goes on….


I have submitted this poem to the website http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/