Dearest Muse

Purple and White

Dearest Muse,

I am lost for words dear Muse when I try to express my adoration for you. You gave words to my writing, you who created dreamy images from everyday things, gave me the ability to express thoughts, feelings and observations.

It is not easy to capture those ephemeral moments in words. However, I will try to tell you how much I love and cherish you. As a small child when you visited me through fairy tales to fire my imagination. Holding your hand I walked through troubled waters of life. In the day, I met you in innumerable forms. Sometimes you would dance on the violet petals, or you would peep from a tree branch making me curious. At times, you would fly in the sky and ride on the cloud boats. Clouds and rainbows were your favourite haunts.

Hey Muse, did you know you are my truest friend? You have made me what I am today. You never ridiculed my initial efforts or compared me with others. You just took me as a protégé and wandered through the land. You did not teach, neither did you preach nor had any rules. You just left me to experiment by lighting my curiosity with the matchstick of imagination. You had no agenda or expectations. The world around me had expectations rules and regulation, where freedom could hardly breathe. In the Muse land, however, I was allowed to float, fly walk, sit, brood, cry, talk or say ….It depended on me and no one else. In your presence, I could be ‘me’. There was no need to adhere to rules or be apprehensive about pleasing others.

I have enjoyed thoroughly, travelling with you Muse, to the perfumed lands of Arabia, the gardens of Babylon or to the land of Snow White and Cinderella.  You got me interested with the Sea King’s Kingdom and Prince of Light helped me to understand that darkness and light are two sides of a coin. You gave me the words to play. I devised the games and could weave fantastical tales you applauded wordlessly and that silent applause became a resplendent  song. Today, my heart sings the unsung melody which only you can hear.

Thank you Muse,

A bow with deep gratitude





  1. Teresa says:

    I admire your relationship with the Muse. Has it always been this friendly for you? Sometimes I doubt whether the Muse visits me. Sometimes we get these ideas in our minds about how other people experience the Muse and then it becomes hard to know what our own experience is. Your writing has inspired my own desire to write to the Muse and see what I find. Thank you.

    • Nupur says:

      Teresa; Yes, my experience has always been friendly. I feel it is like that of a benevolent very loving mother. Don’t know when I realized her presence, in my life for the first time. Try to let go of any expectations and experience the Muse. Do share your experience, I would love to read it. Thanks for your comments.

  2. I so SO relate to this
    and swirl my own thanks
    in with yours
    with a grateful heart full of wonder.
    Beautiful share:)

    • Nupur says:

      Jennifer many thanks for your kind words. I am so happy that you could relate with this. At times, we never think of giving words to our observations and suddenly when you read something it resonates wonderfully. I am so happy you could relate with my experience.

  3. Patti says:

    This is beautiful – photo and words. (Are those petunias in the photo?) I don’t think I have a Muse. You are very fortunate.

    • Nupur says:

      Thanks Patti for taking out time to read the blog. I am happy you enjoyed the post and the picture. The photograph is of some wild flowers, I am not aware of the name though. These mostly grow on their own along the roadside. However, I find them very beautiful.
      Yes, I am blessed by the presence of Muse in my life. I have heartfelt gratitude for her…

  4. Feby says:

    Wow Nupdi, Am bowled over, as usual

    The muse, always there
    The muse spinning in the sky
    Among the clouds, waves and flowers
    The muse of faraway lands,
    Telling tales in one thousand nights…

    Wow Nupdi! Am starting to see light again…
    In the alleys of our once shared love for the written words…
    Which had gone lightless for a few indiscreet years…

    • Nupur says:

      Feby sooooo happy to see you here! Yes, the muse is ALWAYS there even when we fail to acknowledge her presence….Words create magic if we let the imagination ignite. Thanks for visiting and commenting.

    • Lakiesha says:

      This has made my day. I wish all poigtnss were this good.

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