My muse

Words are inspired by my muse, 

whose smile makes the sunshine. 

When numbness creeps in only that touch can cure it.

Forever my muse, mine forever I like to call him. 

But how long can something last when it's balancing on a diminishing rope? 

the warm sand embraces it no matter how hard I try not to let go. 

I keep walking on the lonely road as it echoes your voice,

I thought it's engraved in my mind but memories are volatile. 

A ship called hope was steady and calm,

now the storm of time is making it quiver. 

Forever has got an expiration date, 

whose fault is it that for our fate it was always draught over rain?

Maybe the land was always baren where prayers were made for the flowers to grow, 

each memory is plagued with its dissection and you're not here to give back its soul.

The muse was, all this time,

just a Mirage;

everything is flipped as the fallacy has been exposed.

Numbness will creep in but nothing can cure it, 

the sun has hidden behind the moon it's an Eclipse, 

words which were inspired were always hollow.

Sand has buried the rope which balanced my love, 

remember the ship of hope in the storm?

it's been swallowed.