Chaperon Of My Lost Rhymes! Poem by Savita Tyagi
Chaperon Of My Lost Rhymes!
O! Muse! which one of you
Should I invoke as my aid?
In which land, to what place
Should I go in search of inspiration?
She who leaves me at her whim
Like she never was my acquaintance
Making me wonder
Was she ever mine to begin with!
In those playful moments when she
Lingered around me; I held her so close
Not wanting to let her go
But she disappears taking
My thoughts and words with her
And buries them underground
In places of deep dark and
Of depth unknown.
Again she emerges to float around
In blue sky among cottony clouds
Wanders around hills and vales
Chirps like a bird hidden in green leaves
Holding unsung melodies beyond my reach.
From my window I watch her
Cracking a laughter with sunshine
Conversing with bees buzzing on flowers
The big catalpa tree stands amused
Wide eyed yellow leafed
Chaperon of my lost rhymes!
grrt penned mam ji........ hope you understand hindi.... mere hansi khushi mein tu sath tha mere, kai anjaan rashton mein tu sath tha mere..... aab jo gum hai to tu nhi sath mere, samjh nhi pata kaisey hai halat mere..... gum hai to tu nhi hai ya tu nahi hai to gum hai.......? ? ? ? ?
Thank you Mithlesh for your lovely comment. Yes I understand Hindi very well. It is my mother tongue. Your words fit very well with my poem in a very poetic way. I will look up for your full poem at your page. I you could send me the name it sure will help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:32:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! From now on the Muse of immemorial memory has an additional name: Chaperon of My Lost Rhymes. You portray her fickle behavior, her playfulness when you want to get down to business. But you still acknowledge she is ever the guardian of your creativity, even if she does not inspire something new. There is an irreducible mystery in the source and timing of our creative moments. Your poem acknowledges that too. This is a fine MUSE poem, and a perceptive take on poetic creativity.
Thank you so much Daniel. Yes the hide and seek play of our creative muse is some thing we just have to accept and play along. It's mysterious ways are certainly fascinating.