The Muse

They say that without inspiration the greatest works come to naught. And so it was that when I lost the inspiration to post, this blog came to a screeching halt. After all I dint want my gatha be some regimented series of posts where things are said just because they have to be said. I quietly said RIP and did not shed any tears, maybe ‘cause somewhere in my heart I knew that in some time, this blog will be resurrected and shall rise back from the ashes. And that time has come. Inspiration has struck. The creator has found his muse.

Sometime between the hours of 3 and 5am, a time that Cyrus believes to be the hour of angles; the muse was found. Lying close yet far, hardly visible in the dimmed light of the night it reposed. I stood as an intruder, a spoke in the wheel. In the words of the muse, “there was magic in the air”, and I was simply enchanted. For many creators it is the beauty of the muse that inspires, but for me it was this magic; that I had the chance to pilfer. What was the cause of this magic I wondered? Alcohol or the chemistry between the other two in the room. The answer I think is neither. It was the aura of the muse or maybe the pure sense of joy it was experiencing.

Anyways this was not ‘muse at first sight’. The relation between a muse and its creator is always complex and same was true in my case too. It began with hostile thoughts from the muse towards the creator. Hate is often too strong a word to be applied in real world, but that is what the muse experienced. I on the other hand remained a bemused spectator, closed and ignorant; safe in my ivory tower. But all came crashing that night and the muse gave birth to the creator.

Was the muse my new love?? No no; I never believed in that four letter word anyways. So was this lust? Again a big no; it was too pure a feeling to stoop to such a baser level. Then what was it?? I don’t know the answer to this one; and BD has taught me to live in ambiguity, so I am not too desperate to define an answer. All I know is that the muse inspired me to write this piece and let’s leave it at that.

Now I know that when I started my gatha I had promised to myself that it would not get emotional nor would it become a philosophical thesis. I have already broken both the rules! So in this new edition, there exist no regulations. I started it for my own purpose; but this time around the gates would be open for all to read. So see you again when maybe another muse inspires me to write another post.