Of Madness and Muse

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She counts words and makes vow to the moon and stars. She cares not for frivolous remarks and shuns reluctance and negativity that dares to cross her path. “You see they don’t understand what writing means to me.” Her dark brown hair fell down in a tangled mess on her face as she struggled with her earphones. “But why even bother to listen? You know they don’t feel the same way as you.” Sanaya burst out in a fit of giggles as her best friend mimicked possibly every brainless creature on earth who had no appreciation for Literature.

I sometimes wonder what world 
would be, without words kissing 
destruction and pain awry.

Sanaya and Sarah had been best friends for nearly three years. There wasn’t a single thing that the two of them didn’t know about each other. Sarah sniggered, “You must have been a vampire in another life. I envy your freakish ability to write in wee hours of the morning.” Sanaya smiled and finally managed to untangle her earphones. “Well, it’s kind of habitual I suppose. You should have heard my neighbor’s response. I am pretty sure you would have sucked the life out of him!”

I have seen prejudice roll its eyes,
mumbling words, that can’t seep 
into its blood and hollow chest. 

If there was one thing that boiled Sanaya’s blood was sarcasm. It was as though someone had thrown garlic and shallot into broccoli cheese soup. “You shouldn’t listen to them,” she went on. “Now, if anyone says horrid things about writing poetry, tell them its not everyone’s cup of tea. Better yet lets throw a steaming mug at them!” Sanaya flashed a wicked grin as she pictured her light grey mug thrown at her neighbour and the ludicrous expression that would follow suit.

Her fingers typed away as she spoke, hours flying until the sun came out. She admitted being a perfectionist and cringed at the thought of writing something that didn’t quite fit. Perhaps her blood was made of lyrical odes and ballads. The next day she woke past noon and jumped out of bed.

Sultry noon peeks in chuckling at 
hours that were waiting to dance,
until they rattled her brain.


Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Beautiful Freaks Fest’ @ MG’s blog party

30 Replies to “Of Madness and Muse”

  1. This needs more than my 2 reads so I shall return… I was off to bed when seduced by the words, the thoughts… and the friendship of two perfect people others may see as freaks through their ignorance. Wonderful Post x

    1. Ah words are magic that’s why it’s called spelling. The whens and hows of writing truly is a force alone that must take over on it’s own time frame and we must ride the wave to where it lands. When I need a project done the music goes on I’m in the zone. I love the madness of the muse.

  2. Love the tone of the entire piece. The first bit of poetry, dancing between prose, is my favorite (because I love fictions that tell truth). And I really like the interaction between the characters. Yum-yum!

    1. Awww!❤️ Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  3. This was a bit like eavesdropping on these two. You could tell they were fast friends, no matter their differences. Loved the format, too!

  4. “Now, if anyone says horrid things about writing poetry, tell them its not everyone’s cup of tea. Better yet lets throw a steaming mug at them!”

    Love!! 😀

    Thank you for participating in BFF!!

  5. This is delightful. The friendship described here warms my heart. Good friends may not always have the same interests you do, but they’ll love and support you when you let your beautiful freak flag fly.

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