From an artist to another

To create something beautiful,

It takes a piece of you.

The more beauty you impart,

The deeper it rips you.

And yet it is only the artist

Who knows how much it took-

While others blissfully overlook.

To choose life as an artist,

Takes courage and confidence

As days pass us by,

Wanes what once was high.

In the end,

It’s only passion that’s left of you

For anyone to forget or reminisce.

To love an artist,

Takes everything and more

To love as deep as they do

With nothing more than a heart

That’s been broken by hurt

Over and over

Till death offers solace.

To mourn an artist,

You must tread with caution

For there is no known precaution.

It’s a deadly business

As there is no greater mess

Than to choose between yourself

And the greatest love you’ve ever known.

“Is it really a choice?”,

Somewhere, lovers wonder.

-Sakthi K M, 1st BA PyEJ