A Space for Reflections and Musings
Our muse is a strange being with a mind of its own. Once we have lent ourselves to our muse, we must also be aware that it is not a tool that we pick up and abuse at our behest. Our muse is the representation of our soul that we can depict to others through our art, or our words and it is the purest form of human expression.
Photo by Dương Nhân from Pexels The days pass by like breaths on a window glass, creating a wall of mist, only to disappear and get replaced by another wall of mist. Freedom was all I wanted, I wonder. Freedom from going to work. But am I really free? Moderately, a voice says. In Keira Knightley's words from... Continue Reading →
So, today my niece told me that she writes poetry. She even narrated me three poems straight from memory. Surprised by no little means, remembering the poems I write by word is a feat that I have never managed to achieve. I do admit that I have written complex poems and simple, but for her... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 