The Creative Artist

Man’s imagination has led to creations on earth, Even if it meant using loads and loads of dirt. But what is it that lies beyond? A myriad hues a golden pond? Art appeal from the virgins of Valhalla, To loves jilted and scorned dilwala (A stout Hearted Romeo in Hindi). Every artist tells a story all his own, struggled, evolved and hopefully grown. Thoughts emanating from the canyons of his mind, Sometimes easy, some times hard to find. He’s slowly emerged from a hidden cocoon, Wishing for success not later, but soon. During his struggle they cried out you toon, But once he got there, he was a man on the moon. Painters, fainters and all the imposters, Turned overnight fans and not protesters. One wonders at why this sudden change, Twas nothing really, he’s no longer strange. -Prince Freakasso (Painter & poet)