Muse

Are you my muse? Or am I yours?
The difference between lust and desire
is the same one that differentiates annoyance from rage, irritation from wrath
All of them anger and yet…
the first is simply a dream,
a foggy outline of what the other could be

For lust after all can be satiated
and satiation signals completion
But desire can only be fulfilled
like your destiny is fulfilled
And can it ever be said that one’s destiny is complete?

Can I then say that I wish I had never known desire?
But I know no more what it is to feel that way.
Since the ‘I’ has been burned away
and all that remains is the desire.
The dream of the unfulfilled.

Is thirst nothing more
then a dream of water then?
And who would know
the feel, the texture, the essence,
the philosophy, the dharma of water better
then the thirst that it panders to?

No wonder then,
I think that,
no one understands you better than I
I imagine that,
I know you better than yourself
since all I am, is the aching need of you.

I am life as you know it
and don’t, outside you
I am the inner recesses, of emotions that you won’t face
Just as I am the velvety slumber, that takes you into your dreamspace
to meet your imprisoned self,

I am the jailer of that prisoner
I am his dream of freedom
I am the open sky that beckons
I am the universe without you
Also the universe within you

So you know my love, why we must part?
I must be in so many places,
so many things to so many people
It is all you, after all, and the justification for you in this universe
And it takes effort to create this production called life

And while I’m gone,
I let myself grow in your memories
of one who was everything, and then nothing
till you distilled into the fulfilment of me,
And I, an expression of you

*Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.