Dear Art – Thank You…

Thank You my dear Art.


You take me into trance and teach me how to forget my sorrows.

You give me strength and fresh energy to fight the evil in and outside me.

I don’t need any pills or drinks to get over the gloom, when I am with you.

You teach me my limitations and let me know of my strengths too.

You have it all in you, what the worldly sages preach.

  1. You have sorrow – to tell me that happiness isn’t the only thing
  2. You have happiness – to tell me sadness is just a phase
  3. You have discipline – you teach me that through lots of things
  4. You have impartiality – of treating every note and every stroke equally
  5. You have morality – of keeping things as clean and simple as one can
* * *

Art is a form of God,

Or Nature for an atheist,

That makes us realize

The boundaries of our reach

 * * *

You learn a note on guitar,

But you have hundreds to learn,

Even after those hundred,

You have finesse to work on

 * * *

Take any art in this World,

You are never thorough in it,

You feel saturation is reached,

And something new stands in front

 * * *

The wise say it rightly,

Learning never stops in life,

The nature is full of learning,

And you have just started

 * * *

You learn and practice an art,

And you will come to know,

How small you are in this world,

There’s lot to reach in this world.

* * *

Mind Play…

“Hey, are you done with it?”

“No, wait a second. I am trying to memorize the incident”

“What incident? There was no incident at all that day. It was a plain, simple day”

“No, there was something interesting, something special that day”

“Then why it’s not visible on your painting? Why your painting looks simple and eventless?”

“It is there, you just need to have my vision.

You see there? That right hand corner? There is that pendant she liked very much in that shop. You see that? You won’t because you don’t love her.

You see that window above? There she used to stand for hours, just to see me passing by. A minute of glimpse was enough reason for her to stand there like forever.

You see that dome? She so wanted to climb that dome and look around the city for its beauty. But what she didn’t understand was that dome was not having any stairs, but she still wanted to go there like a crazy little baby.

You see the overcast sky? She used to cling to my hand all the time in anticipation that lightning will happen and she would be late to grab my hand.”

“Huh, that’s just your imagination. You are becoming too optimistic and think she is a still there with you, but she is not”

“You just shut up and stop denying her existence”.


All along, with hands inside the gloves were taking rest, head and eyes were covered with the hat. But inside that hat, two brains were fighting with each other. The left was denying her existence and the right was being too optimistic. Soon the head will come out of its exile and hands off the gloves and soon the painting session will start. Soon some paintings, like those in the other room, will follow and will keep on giving the subject to two brains to fight on.


Inspired by Thursday Tales

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