Thursday, February 2, 2012

Poem 188 - Love to break free

I watched as a small crowd gathered in the shop
Looking at the latest beautiful paintings on sale
I myself stared at this one picture, wondering what it meant
What made it so special, hanging on that rusty nail?

I just stared at it deep inside, wondering it that's what is real art
And for a moment, I could see the colors move about
Was it an illusion no it wasn't
Keep me safe with you, it seemed to shout

So, before any hand could pick up that painting
I removed it from the nail, and took it away
Yes, I seemed to understand the love inside it
I knew it wasn't my mind making the colors sway

I knew I understood the hard work, the love
The creativity, the purpose, the happiness
This was what I really could call art
While maybe others think it is a mess
-Gaurang Rao


  1. I love this - the painting calling to you, the taking it away......the understanding of the work of the artist. Wonderful.

  2. Sometimes things do speak to us like that.....this is beautiful Gaurang! :-)

  3. I must agree with Carrie...

    Nice take!


  4. The eyes have it. This is nicely done!

  5. This was beautiful! The insight to see~
    I loved it! Magical~


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