The Obsessed Artist
The Obsessed Artist
The Obsessed Artist
Since across the barricade at the gallery we met, Drowning in silent love, and yet I may die for it Feelings make me live for another day and beyond Senses are demanding, bossy and selfishly proud Clutch on to your charming stare, always and afar Sculpt or paint, work or rest, am not lonely anymore Since across the barricade at the gallery we met, Drowning in silent love, and yet I may die for it Drank red vintage wine; snorted natural crystal Smoked hashish in hookah but none even close equal Your serene vitality makes me high and isnt illegal, No signs of withdrawal, tucks me to be social Since across the barricade at the gallery we met, Drowning in silent love, and yet I may die for it The look is wedged in my mind; heart wickedly pinched Open my eyes its all you, nothing but you eyes closed Its deluded romance splintered by sloppy dividers Its secret love through one-way mirror, full of desires Since across the barricade at the gallery we met, Drowning in silent love, and yet I may die for it
Raj Gaonkar, November 4, 2009