Dedicated to my Muse, Nandita
for being herself


I wonder, how selfless can true love be
and how selfish it must be to survive!
Well, perhaps love too, a lot like poetry,
can wear both these faces at the same time!

Weaving selfless poems from the weariness,
the fever and the fret of this cruel world,
remaining hidden in their thoughtful mess,
poets often are so selfishly absurd!

And sincere love my dear is much the same,
a selfless lover and selfish beloved combined,
selfless to give and selfish to retain
and in loving you that is what I have in mind!

Forevermore let my heart and soul declare thee
a poet’s true love, his divine muse and humble poetry!




40 thoughts on “You Are My Poetry

  1. Poet Divine, I have no words
    You have rendered me speechless
    Your bleeding heart, your weeping pen
    You are oozing from a mind so spotless!

    It’s a beautiful write, Amit. Touched and humbled beyond words. Thank you.

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  2. What a beautiful tribute to your muse, Amit. Lovely words…although I’m sure in your heart these words will never be enough to describe your muse and how you feel about her 🙂

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  3. Amit, this reminds me of all the great poets and their muses. The poet Hesiod had nine (Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania); Dante had Beatrice; Keats had Fanny; Yeats had Maude; and the list goes on. It is a wonderful thing to be able to give back to your muse and this is a most perfect write. Both selfless and selfish – a natural combination for such a muse. Beautiful!

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