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)
Categories:
fainters, fantasy
Form: Lyric