Muse Poem by Akash Mandal

Muse

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I don't need a pole star to find my way home
I've found the true north
in the moving direction of her shoes.

I don't need a bell jar to hide away my reality
I've escaped into surrealism
while travelling through her tattoos.

I don't need a sermon about the gospel truth,
I've heard it from the holy angels
when they sang along to her Blues.

I don't need a bourbon to keep my desires warm,
I've tasted the fire of the eternal sun
in the dying embers of her muse.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blues,love,muse,reality,surrealism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abhimanyu Kumar.s 12 December 2017

Experiencing self realization makes one to accept all be proud of it. Good

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Akash Mandal 13 December 2017

So true, Thank you for reading!

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