Owl Poetry & Prose

I Lost My Poetry

I lost my poetry

In the midst of the rat race and the noise

of constant despair

In the midst of the pain and the feeling

of not being able to express

Not via poetry, perhaps prose

Of thinking it is not enough, as in good

Yet I miss what I lost

As do many each day

For poetry is mine to feel, sometimes

to heal

Yet not for months has that feeling healed

And so I seek that which I ought

For license to write is not anyone’s to be

Fought or bought

And hence I shall strive to believe in my

ability, poetry that is

And find it in the recess of a mind that is

grappling to heal, as in feel.



Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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