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Akshaya Pawasker


My muse is my own befuddled mind.
My goading is the respite from the daily grind
Confabulations, contorting the truth of my life,
to form a mosaic, a jigsaw puzzle
with loose parts to fit right.

I am not a good observer,
Eyes staring, reveling in daydreams
World see through, details conjured by me.
I am not a good listener,
Teller is my mirror, reflecting myself.

I do not empathize, they are my own agonies.
My grey cells do not focus well,
My attention wanders.
What is it that I seek?
Day long as I nuzzle and cradle my thoughts.

Am I narcissistic? Am I a liar?
Weaving and penning lies on paper,
As hearing my voice is a rarity,
not voluble, but indulge in soliloquy, as
words stare at me from enchanted ceiling.

In the midst of washing dishes,
in the midst of restless nights,
I need to take a flight, as I am compelled to write,
To touch the cold metal of my pen bleeding ink,
to bleed on paper what I think.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (8/25/2013 3:11:00 AM)

    Here is poem that looks like a golden casket opened and I am amazed at the way you express your feelings personal and perhaps deeply condensed.. May your wings of imagination land you in a world of solace and calm.
    A fine poem Akshaya.. (Report) Reply

  • Nasarudheen Parameswaran (8/24/2013 5:47:00 AM)

    As the mind is befuddled, confession any be only confabulations. Poetic sensibility is well presented in the last stanza. Hope better poems will drip from this pen. I thank Aswant for introducing this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/23/2013 10:41:00 PM)

    A late bumping into a new face! Great poetry Akshaya! It is Aswath who introduced you to me.
    We all need to take a flight from the grinding daily chores. That's why we are here! ! Continue to pour forth your thoughts in powerful verse! ! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/23/2013 2:01:00 PM)

    many nights I can not sleep. I am compelled to write. If I refuse to do so next morning the idea is gone. so many nights i am awake writing. the life of a writer. but I love to write. good words for the writer (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/23/2013 11:41:00 AM)

    all separate entities; you, the muse and your confession (writings) .
    You cannot control your muse.You have a great desire to write but
    again it is out of your control. Just desire and writing does not equal poetry.
    You can equip you muse with skills that aid greatly in the muse's ability to right.
    Education, reading great poems, studying writing skills, etc.
    A muse is soldier, a technichan, teacher, priest, guru, and on and on.
    You will need to study hard to supply your muse with the best skills possible. (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (8/23/2013 11:21:00 AM)

    a very deep piece, somewhat it is a self observed poem....brilliantly pinned ma'am bravo....something new with someone new (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/23/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    A blooming Poet you are. Putting down on paper thoughts and ideas that
    pops up in your mind on paper. Concentrating and staying focus is a very
    important part of the learning process. Let your mind speak to you then hear
    its voice. A very good write. I have a poem called Poetry in Motion. Take a
    look when you have time. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (8/23/2013 5:55:00 AM)

    your personalized muse tells the unvarnished truth...what you mentioned as flaws do not seem to me the gray areas rather who is that poet whose attention is just riveted and does not wander? you are a keen listener and a natural observer...the image of the bleeding ink on the paper speaks volumes about your genuine nature and natural talent...
    a different read after much time! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (8/23/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    oh ur last para holds so true Akshaya.........a very fabulous write (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (8/23/2013 5:31:00 AM)

    What is it that I seek?
    Day long as I nuzzle and cradle my thoughts.

    beautifully put as are several other lines... the dilemmas and demons of mortal rumination brought to fore in a charming style

    liked (Report) Reply

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