Thursday 26 September 2019

In the still of the night

In the still of the night
I watch Venus bright,
And hear the plane's flight.
I see the clouds flow
And the stars that glow.
I hear a baby's cry
And a dog's bark,
But within,
I don't make a sound.
I smile to myself,
For I realise,
I finally found my ground.

- Robes of a Muse

Wednesday 25 September 2019

An Ode to You

As I walk through life
And talk to my friends
I realise I want you
To have the best in life.
As sad as I may be
To not have you near me
I know I want you to experience life.
Even though I miss our chats
And the craziness within our hats,
I know you should be free
To roam this planet earth.
I know each time
I reminisce about us,
I am left with sweet and fond memories,
And a heart full of love.
So I hope you live your life
And experience the best
And tell me when,
We meet again in another life.
                                           - Robes of a Muse

Best for Me

Now it's time to do what's best for me,
Because all this time,
I was thinking of others,
But myself.
Starting today,
And every single day to come,
I'll put myself first.
So that I am a better
And improved version of myself.
I'm doing what's best for me,
Because I am the only one
Who can look out for me.
And the one who ought to do so,
No matter what.
It's time to do what's best for me,
Because I'll be letting myself down,
If not.
I'm doing what's best for me,
Because I am all that I have.

- Robes of a Muse

Monday 2 September 2019

A wave of nostalgia

It hits you when you least expect it,
The wave of nostalgia, that is. 
It rolls in your stomach 
And weighs on your heart.
Permitting fleeting memories 
To fly by in your mind's eye.
It makes you miss things,
People, situations and everything in between.
Even when you know they didn't serve you well. 
You miss it,
'coz it hits you,
In the faintest possible way. 
Nostalgic moments in language,
When you flip the page of a book or a note.
But it definitely hits you
When you least expect it. 

- Robes of a Muse 

Sunday 1 September 2019

Realisation

There is a reason why
We are told,
The tortoise ran the race slowly.
It's a metaphor of life,
This race.
And life is meant to be lived,
Experienced and enjoyed slowly.
Leisurely.
It is meant to be appreciated,
Not rushed.
Like the rabbit,
Who ran the race.
A high speed life does not befit one.
For you don't learn and grow.
You merely survive, from day to day.
Just live,
Barely scratching the surface.
To truly experience life,
You must live it.
Delve deep into it,
And appreciate it slowly.
Like you would, a nice glass of wine.

- Robes of a Muse