MUSE, VERSE N’ YOU
extracts from the blog
She stilettoed on the ramp
into the hearts of the captive audience
as they watched her body sway to the music,
every move of hers critically observed
as she let the designer’s garment fit, flow and flood
the stage walking smiling to none and all.
Walking the winding ways of the ramp
everyday, I strut, I sway, I swirl
to the music of life –
sometimes soft, sometimes loud,
I know I am watched
by eyes that only know to painfully stare,
that know no care,
I walk high amidst clouds of smoke
that fill my bottomless pit of arrogance,
my stilettos tapping on the hollow stage of life,
every sound of my shoes only soar me high
into the realms of a illusionary world
I despise yet prize.
I hear the sound of emptiness emanate
from the plethora of a hypocritical existence
yet I carry on, catering to the whims of the world
my self lost in the bareness of unholy desire,
my soul bruised by lifeless passions set afire.
Who knew ages ago
as I sat naive and naughty
in my ironed uniform
that I would stand on the other side of the road?
Who knew as I crammed
stuff in my brain
even as teachers admonished me severely
that I would be for once on the reprimanding side?
Today, as I step into teacher’s shoes
a sudden unconditional responsibility
racks my mind, soul and conscience.
What was history yesterday is fact today.
Even as I warm up to the anctics of little ones, I am reminded of my own little past- the scampering feet of friends so sweet.
What has gone will come back no more
but I can still retain the aroma of
beautiful memories gone by
and pursue a precious present here to stay
of transforming school reflections
into a heartfelt haven of love.