he fell
in love…
it was
really
as simple
and
as honest
as that,

but no one
did believe
the reality
of his story,
beyond
his mirror
and
he himself,

for love
was
no longer seen
something
so simple,
that could
exist
on its own
inherently
generated
strength,

it had been
tainted
by so many
before,
reducing it
to an ornamental
accessory
which egoistically
added value,
a possession
one could
as an object
own and claim,

but he cared not
how
it was seen,
or understood
or misunderstood,
for he knew
his
was neither
tainted,
nor did it
need
anyone else’s
affirmations,

he knew
it was
what it was,
though
quite illiterate
in the skills
of its language,
he knew
its meaning
and its worth,
and his words
to himself
and the universe,
he knew were worthy
of love’s trust.

© vidursahdev 2021




14 thoughts on “The In-house Muse

  1. This is amazing beautiful!!
    The language of untainted love actually is as good as Greek to many – and so the bearers of the language feel unskilled in it. Makes me think of it as another form of gaslighting. Apt response is to keep speaking it.

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    1. Thank you! Yes, it is a strange subject to write on, specially when the depth of the word has been diluted to such a frivolous level…and yet it is the only word which as a composite is supposed to carry and convey the purest essence of so many independent positive human emotions.

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