Death of an artist

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh ------------------------------------------------------------------- Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky High above the ripples of Rhine A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down to a canvas, working with hues painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting not stars, but brutal city-lights Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky Deceptive tastes of fickle world Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze Mortals took too long a time to appreciate Starry Night Over the Rhône Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart Hands that never quivered even While painting water, shivered at uncertainty Rushed to find peace below brown earth