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 !!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you've drawn the deepest ponderables of existence sharp and vibrant~wonder how many will look beyond the art into the heart of this~

[OT]

ahh the rhyme is brilliant here - it ripples throughout the piece - it's a poignant piece - the labours for art - and pain - constantly circling the tip of insanity to get closer to creativity whilst trying not to fall to far over haha - "will history be kind to the artist and his vanity" - my favourite stanzas are the last two - where it hones in on the writer and his craft! bravo!

[Sukriti Suki]

this is so deep, dark and amazing..a wonderful piece. I will have the line ' will detachment from love keep us sane?' resonating in my head for a while.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very poignant piece of writing...as a struggling artist myself I can truly relate to many of your words so succintly put. Thanks for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Robin]

an evocative pensive philosophical piece Sid , poetry

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Another excellent poem my friend, the last stanza really stands out for me.