Am I wrong to love my muse?

This poem started as a comment to this question posed by one of the most talented poet (thelonelyauthorblog ) I have  the good fortune to interact with.  Thank you Drew. The title of the poem and the first line is the question and the poem was my spontaneous response. I was not thinking of posting it as a stand alone poem till today morning when Drew asked me if I have posted this.  Hence posted without edit. 

Am I wrong to love my muse?”
If yes
Then may be
God was wrong
To let love flow
Because it’s beyond
Us mortals
Not to fall
In love
And suffer
The pain
That opens
The floodgate
Of passion
And every drop
That bleeds
Adorns the pages
And the clouds
Carry the silent cries
To my muse

Shattered dreams of Super Bee Man

I was stung by a bee
Yesterday after lunch
I was hoping when
I get up in the morning
A new superhero will be born
The amazing Bee Man
Floating like a butterfly
And stinging like a bee
Alas, only lingering effect
A sight dull pain
Neither can I float
Nor can I sting
Shattered lies my dream
Of being Super Bee Man
Oh, if only I would have left
The stinger in place
And not pick it out
Of my flesh
I could have written
About the exploits of
Super Bee Man

Friday Freebies: Love is Heavenly: Set of Haikus

Love is heavenly

Pain of waiting exquisite

A game played by two

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Love blossoms quiet

A sign subtle raises hope

Heart sure skips a beat

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Hear music in air

Real, imaginary

Love sure does not care

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Celestial is love

Mundane ego in the way

A parting of path

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Waiting and hoping

Love not a path of roses

Thorns are part of love

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Communication

Understanding, listening

Hope is essential

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Love is happiness

Not a forbidden apple

Let go of ego

 

 

She was a Woman

Thank God that she was a woman

Without her I would not be the man

I am today

Her silence spoke volume of an inner strength

Gentle eyes radiated love

A touch softer than a billowing cloud

Warm enough to melt a hardened heart

Faith and belief in goodness of man

Hearth open at any time of the day

For the needy

Never asked but shared what she had

A voice never raised to keep us straight

Mere thought of hurting her

Enough to show  us the light

Who needed medicine

When a hug was enough

To take away all the pain

Thank you God

For making my mother

A woman

Without her

I would not be the man

I am today


A tribute to my mother on International Women’s Day

My Aching Heart Bleeds: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 241 Storm & Fierce

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

My aching heart bleeds
Raging emotions hidden
A fierce storm brewing
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Misinterpreted
Ambushed unexpectedly
Wreckage of fierce storm
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Forgive and forget
Pick up pieces after storm
Fierce pain lingers still
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Storm will pass one day 
Love and trust casualty
Fierce pain will subside