Love will wait…The Muse wont.


Love has given me so much to live and to admire. Hope is where I always find and see her and for a moment, I dream…I dream about falling in love. She has wings but she doesn’t fly. I asked her ‘Why don’t you fly?’ She smiled and said ‘Come fly with me. The journey isn’t mine, it’s yours. I will help you seek the place you desire to live and die for…’

Dreams are vulnerable and they are also painful but still, we love to dream. I don’t want to be real to fall in love rather I want to be a dreamer falling in love again and again and again.

“What are you?” I asked

“I am your storyteller” she whispered.

“I haven’t written anything yet. Words aren’t falling in love with me anymore. What can be done?”

“Are you in love with me?”

“I believe in you. But I’m trying to fall in love with you”

“But you still haven’t felt for me the way I have felt for you. Tell me, does holding my hand give you enough faith to fall from the sky?”

“Yes. But what if we never touch the ground?”

“Here… hold my hand. Be the light that touches everything. Shine but don’t burn. Be a star but don’t fall.”

“What about Love?”

“What about it? Love is madness. It screams ‘Be fucking mental’… How mad are you about me?”

“Mad enough to believe in us.”

“If a poet comes looking for me someday and takes me away from you…what would you do?”

“I’ll kill him”

“What if I kill you first?”

“Why would you do that to me? You love me not the poet”

“Love is an art that needs expression. You aren’t expressive. The words you craft don’t make fall in love with you…On the other hand, the poet has spent most of his life penning down poetms about my eyes only. What have you done?”

“I . . .”

“Love can wait but I won’t. Show me the mountains and the valleys. Take me to the moon and the stars and show me the entire universe. Are you willing to do that?”

“What if I fail again?”

“What if…I start loving you again? I can show you the light in darkness but it is up to you to decide, whether to shine or hide yourself in the arms of darkness. So tell me… What is it you want to become…Art or an Artist?”

“Both”

And here I was standing on the edge of the cliff…again…waiting for her to come and push me down the valley.

“Here take my hand…Toss me up or throw me down, I promise…I will fly.”












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  1. Unknown26 October 2017 at 02:32

    Amazinggggg

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  2. Unknown27 October 2017 at 04:17

    Superb!!

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  3. Unknown27 October 2017 at 09:20

    Awesome!!

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  4. Unknown23 November 2017 at 10:16

    I don’t want to be real to fall in love rather I want to be a dreamer falling in love again and again and again.

    Loved this expression and feeling... slow smile came on my face n lasted for almost 5 min. Woww..

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