Poet' Woes. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The muse diasappearing,
When the mind was turned to it,
Giggling from distance,
Playing a game of catch me if you can,
Troubling the mind,
Searching words, and matter,
It stays on and off,
Sometimes over a long period
Of time, the poet feeling
Like a forlorn lover,
Having a tryst with the muse,
Now appearing, now diasppearing,
Never in a constant mood,
He chasing the mind
Of the eluding muse,
Happy with it's appearnce
In his mind, feeling lost
When it palys its hiding act,
Not able to punish it
In any way, since his love
For it so long and deep,
the poet is in a penance,
For it's unearthly presence.

Ravikiran Arakkal