Sunday, December 13, 2015

Death of an Artist


And after years I saw his stage
the platform where he used to bring
his soul and his emotions
his dark most passions
all neatly stringed
And I saw his last performance
probably few life-times ago
and that's when I suddenly urged
to tell him, ' why did you go?
Why did you leave your soul?
what brought the giant hole?
Did you succumb to material?
Did you actually sell your soul?'
And I wondered - Is he right
in doing so?
Should I also create an entity
like him, drafted by afore
A great opportunity
fixed by resources
and off course
my talent will make it go
But oh! No!
I suddenly pitied his flow.
I saw on his stage
advertisements of exactly that
which was never his blow.
Alas! I found a new corpse
a dead artist reformed
into a successful entrepreneur
or if not that
then a slave for sure
His art never got him
what he was looking for
but selling himself
to emotions and social constructions
He got fame like never before
and yet despite of all his success
to me he was no more a hero like before
But he became a common man
much celebrated yet a shore
and i saw his depths
being murdered somewhere
deep inside his lonely core
where he still wished to perform
his own performance
far off from
what was asked for.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera

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