The way things are,
I’m having hard time being okay with that.
They say- forever never lasts long,
HOW to be okay with that?
I see my friends turning to art,
Reading shit and calling shots.
WHAT is the meaning of art?
WHERE do I shoot my shot?
I’m afraid of asking questions
for all my WHAT go unnoticed.
The cat on my patio is purring unnecessarily
Is she afraid of living, unnoticed?
All the questions are hiding
hiding behind question marks,
Despite the endless possibility of no’s
All of us are looking for more,
Childhood wounds are surely popular
to leave marks.
25 replies on “Art is Agony”
The picture through the windshield is a kinda painterly… Art!
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Thank you, Indira.
Hope you’re doing well.
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Now this is something real!! Well done Kajal 😀😀
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Thank you, Aahna.
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Just so beautiful Kajal, loved it. 👏👏
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Thank you, Kriti. I’m glad you liked 🥰
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You’re most welcome ❣️
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You gave a friend in meeeee
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I have :))
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A masterpiece of a poem.
Expresses one’s search for meaning in a seemingly meaningless world so well.
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Thank you. I’m glad you connected with the thought I was trying to put here.
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“SEEMINGLY meaningless world,” yes. But some of us have found the ultimate meaning in life, and we’re longing to share it. This is why I blog. Good news shouldn’t be kept secret. Please check out what I posted Sunday. It’s one of my shortest posts, but it’s what I want to share with the world.
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Thank you :))
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The meaning of art is different for different people. Everyone sees and understands art from what they have gone through, and not what the artist wants to portray.
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This is very true. Thank you for reading, Ankita.
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I like your title. Yes,often art is agony. It’s the way agony spills out of a person, often in beautiful forms that end up blessing others. You express it beautifully.
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Beautifully penned
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“The cat on my patio is purring unnecessarily
Is she afraid of living, unnoticed?”
Boy, those lines! When I get in the mood I suspect inspired this poem, I watch my cats and wonder the same thing. I only know they don’t deserve less than what they have right now. I can never know what more they want, just like I sometimes don’t know what I want. I’m sure they want love, so I give them more of that. I give myself more love too. I don’t know what more I want from Life, but I’ll always take more love, just like my lovely cats. We can only try our best, eh?
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I noticed you! Beautifully stated and beautifully true. Thanks for sharing!!
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Art definitely involves agony. Sometimes I wonder if I stop suffering, if I can still write and produce…
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Thank you for sharing.
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