Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

IN SEARCH OF INSPIRATION...

The muse cannot be summoned like a

Cultural ambassador working for an embassy

Or consulate located on foreign shores: the 

Muse needs room to breathe. I prayed like a

Monk in a Bhutan temple, but the muse refused

To visit me. I danced like a Sufi dervish under

The dome of an azure blue sky, but the muse

Ignored me. I started to sing and praised the muse,

But my divine inspiration ran away like a cheetah

In Africa. I woke up, suddenly, in the middle of the

Night, drenched in sweat: the muse appeared and

Whispered in my ear in a soft and silky voice: I

Will show up in your life, poet, but only on my

Terms and conditions. Your prayers and songs

And dances won’t help, for I dance to the beat

Of my own drummer. I am unpredictable like 

The weather. Wait for me: patience is a virtue.

BIO: 

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, he likes to stroll the outdoors and party with close friends. 

He is also fond of meditation.

Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.