I'm feeling like a little bit of inspiration...

Put me in your backpack

Together we will

We can

Travel the world,

You and I.

Catch a falling one and

Put into your pocket,

Never let it fade away.

For every apple that falls,

Enlightenment it bestows.

Wisdom pertaining to

The mysteries of life

We hold in our hand.

The less we know the better?

I beg to differ.

Putting in that little bit of

Inspiration

Comes forth a pouring rapid;

Mona Lisa, Oliver Twist and the Moonwalk.

Relativity, Plato and everything that goes BOOM!

No matter what the motivation

No matter what the circumstances

No matter what the consequences

What all of us need

Is that little bit.

It's here somewhere,

but I'm such a scatterbrain,

I've think i've lost it.

Eluded sight,

Memory and pleading

Left in all that confusion and urgency.

Oh wait,

I remember now.

It's in my backpack.

At the back of my mind,

In the boot of my car,

In Picasso's paintings,

Uh,

It's black and white,

Colours more vivid than light.

Lost in time travel,

Bending all of space and physical laws.

For a song, my song,

But for nothing else in the world,

My little bit of

Inspiration.

I am esctatic.

Now... I can get to work

Fluid as the Magdalena,

Beauty unsurpassed,

No constellation outshines it,

My muse returns.

Heralding my next invention,

The next song I will write,

The greatest discovery to be made.

How to placate a fuming woman,

How to bring peace to the Middle East.

I looked for you up and down,

Earth, heaven and my heaven.

Now I found you.

All because I started,

Looking in my backpack,

Where I put it,

And there it shall always be,

My little bit of

Inspiration.

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This is gonna be a short post to end my writer's block. Decipher if you must, though it's confusing me too. Or, let the words flow as music would in a private studio at night.

*****

Disillusion is caused by illusion. Who really gives birth to ambiguity?

Philosophers, questionable sub-species of Homo Sapiens. She hears silence and nothing else, but he is audience to a riot. You seek, hence I question. I seek, but you question more. You are my answer. What's yours?

My love for you spans across languages. Even, if I were blessed with the gift of the Babelfish, infinite vocabulary and beyond would never suffice for a song for you and of you. So, I never write poetry.

*****

Yesterday she was here. She hardly faltered. She pries into my visually, logically helpless head. 2 hours of working at that damned thing. Her work was eventually rewarded, but she doesn't know. Grace, amazing Grace.

Closer to today than yesterday, You were here. You never faltered. You, Omniscient One, saw me. A lifetime of eternity working at that damned thing. Your work is rewarded in the past, present and future tenses. I bet You know it too. Lord, Grace, my Amazing Grace.

In fact, you'd happen sooner, a step faster than the next second, a leap before tomorrow.

*****

Is there no justice in this world? I tremble in fear and anticipation of my thoughts. I am their mistress, but I am also at the mercy of my mind.

Life imitating art imitating life. I slipped. I'd rather live in art, or so I thought. Catch you in the next production or the painting next door.

Laugh if you must. And laugh they did. For every vibration that comes from resonating laughter, I understand that your criticism, aurally, needs no Simon Cowell.

Pain ranges from a ticklish scab to a searing scald.

Lingua franca, inane failure! Many tongues in one universal speech, but nobody understands the other, since the beginning of the end of the Tower. Unfortunately, nobody ever minds their own business anymore.

We have nothing more to fear than fear itself. Wait, isn't fear a product of fear?

*****

I choose to be aware. I choose to listen. I choose a path out of Fear.

I became aware, a welcome visitor stays in my heart. I listened, His voice louder than all depressing distractions. I chose Peace.

A carnival inside of me. One that is more colourful, louder, livelier and more celebration than Mardi Gras and Barranquilla put together.

I was colour-blind, deaf, bedridden and an overstayer at the psychiatrist.

From Peace onwards, You changed it all.

*****

Love, in all I see. Love... love... words elude me. Who invented this wondrous entity? I must personally shake His hand.

Love is an overpowering emotion that seeps into you as water would a sponge. I want to be the second most emotional person in the world.

I'd let You and you, be the most emotional.

*****

LIFE! is art itself. This is my conclusion, my theory of relativity. Never seperate. There is art in life, and life in art. My dear I shall never stumble when I put on my glasses.

*****

From 1.15 Am to 1.50 Am, from 1.50 Am to 1.15 Pm, 1.15 Pm to 1.50 Pm, 1.50 Pm to 1,15 Am, so on and so forth. My mind centres around You.

You who gave birth to all from the beginning, O Creator. Apparently, You're also the maker of my beginnings.

Eventually, my ends.

Maybe for You there is no concept of Time, only Beginning, In Between and End.

I still have to live in the human world, so in everything I do,

I'll go full circle for You.

*****

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