My Muse

You, who inspired the condensed clouds 

To rain in words, 

Made poetry my ever foaming sea,

I name you my muse. 

You, who carried me beyond 

Alphabets, morphemes and hieroglyphs,

Thoughts and memories, 

I name you my muse. 

You, the golden bird of Byzantium, 

An unageing Grecian urn,

Hippocrene of Mt. Helicon, 

I name you my muse.

You, who pressed me

To etch the soul into verses,

To be healed by words , 

I name you my muse.

You, my personal Sirius

To whom I turn to on New Moon nights, 

My Marauder's map,

I name you my muse. 

You, my clear blue skies, 

My purple torrential rivers, 

Who made me arrest love in words,

I name you my muse.

For you when I dance to the waves 

Of my 2 a.m. gamma rays, 

Or weep during my PMSing days, 

I name you my love!