Muse Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

They call it delusions, I call it muse,
A spark that ignites the soul's recluse.
A vision that dances before my eyes,
A symphony of thoughts that never dies.

They say I'm lost in a world of my own,
Chasing phantoms, a mind overthrown.
But I see colors where others see grey,
Hear melodies where silence holds sway.

This 'delusion' is my creative fire,
Fueling my words, my art's desire.
It paints the canvas of my every day,
Guiding my pen as I choose to sway.

What they dismiss as a troubled mind,
I embrace as a gift, one of a kind.
For in these 'delusions' I find my truth,
The muse that inspires my endless youth.

So let them call it what they may,
I'll continue to walk my chosen way.
For in this 'delusion' I find my voice,
A wellspring of art, my heart's true choice.

They call it delusions, I call it muse,
A divine spark that I refuse to lose.
For in this realm of imagined grace,
I find the freedom to leave my mark on this place.