Muse

By Chahat Gupta

Every time I feel like writing My mind drifts towards you You know? I can come up with a hundred things That I could sit and think about deeply So I could paint it into poetry But the problem with you is You’re painted already You make half the work easy I could make art Out of everything you ever did I wouldn’t have to try so much Look so much Think so much Is it your simplicity? In this world of confusion Or is it your plain old goodness? That’s untainted unlike anything

I’ve seen or known I will never want to put a finger on it For it will be my muse forever The question of why you are The way you are The vagueness of it And the completeness of it To think of you effortlessly And weave a poem For I will never be out of words When it will come to you

By Chahat Gupta