Life, Art & Things In Between

The face in the mirror refuses to see
The lie that it was meant to be
Subtle hypocrisy struggles against reason steeled
As the layers of the conundrum get peeled

If nihilistic is world then what are we?
Kafkaesque creatures of a torrid dream?
This world is but a sophist's delight
Myriad untruths proclaiming the man free

If time is fleeting then what remains?
Dreams, memories, vanishing footprints in sand?
And what of anger, the instrument of pain?
Will detachment from love keep us sane?

The picture in the canvas comes to life
A fleeting shape of an ethereal man
The face therein burns in amber flames
Ephemeral art blowing wisps of shame

What of the artist and what of his craft?
Can meaning be found at the edge of sanity?
If all art is smothered by the sands of time
Will history be kind to the artist and his vanity?

The Sun flies on prancing horses of time
Withholding secrets from minds inclined
And man blunders on despite being warned
Clutching desperately at the straws in his mind

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Sid,
you've definitely grown as a poet (unlike me) and is now getting bigger, deeper and more real.Your mature words inspire. Provoke. I was reading "Metamorphosis" the other day - so naturally Kafkaesque creatures of a torrid dream makes all the more sense..The struggle in existence is a strange one, we wonder are we really here..for one thing in a different time-space continuum we are not here though we should be. Art is the escape to all things inexplainable by science..Surreal is just a realm of imagination part of minds and darker unknowns yet to be captured by our dreary reality. I see glimpses of that reality in this, the edge of reason, the loss of sanity, the sands of time play huge roles..Great work..One of a kind, immensely satisfied with your work !!

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[Arabdha]

this is perfection embodied in the form of poetry..nothing in here could be improvised upon..can so relate to the subtle sentiments lurking behind the lines..a 100/100..adding it to my favorites..:)

[Alicante lullaby]

What of the artist and what of his craft?
Can meaning be found at the edge of sanity?
If all art is smothered by the sands of time
Will history be kind to the artist and his vanity?
wow...i loved these lines and the rest.

[Christie Moses]

I love the twists and turns in this philosophical write. The rhyming is smooth too. Such dark and dance intertwined inside the mind. Leaves me contemplating something deeper than the normal piece of writing does.

[Murtuza]

It's amazing how you've mentioned all the complexities of life and yet have made it so easy to understand with wonderful rhyme. The philosophy and imagery are excellent. I really like this poem.

[An owl on the moon]

One of my favorite books is Metamorphosis by Kafka... You create that dark dance with your words as well, taking us to the brink of our humanity... our sanity... Mythic and magical.

[Lachenille Papillion]

In the end, what remains a wasted landscape laid bare by the naivety of the human hand will echo that it truly was the path and not the destination to which we should have noticed with unity... great contemplation, for the artist, for all...

[Rossen]

Out numbered by asymmetrical numbness
The awake stew in symmetrical beauty
and are sold for cheep...
Rossen

[Crowley]

That sums up so many feelings in such a short amount of words. A whirlwind encompassing the what, why and wherefore of our life and the questions that try to answer what it means to be human. You have outdone yourself on this one, a poet and philosopher wrapped up in the art of being you. Great write.

[Nida Lodi]

lovely...you have touched the abysses of the most aphotic parts of life..though every thing of this world will be left behind...but the art you were gifted...the dignity you earned...the innate talent you got....will live forever..your every word is everlasting,dear friend...:-)