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
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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
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2024
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