More rejection Little acceptance More failures Few successes Years of endless hours alone Only some in the public eye... Countless fiascos Few eureka moments Lots of black and grey Few Reds and yellows Many not-nows Few red dots with wows Many will say, awesome You are an artist Few will understand, why... More times with no funds Few with surplus More times of being in red Few in blue Many years of waiting Before the fame, if ever No retirement, no pension Ideas constantly brewing You chose to be an artist Unparallel joy To forget the pain Marks left To go on after one has gone Issues immortalised Moments frozen Emotions etched Anger splashed Walls adorned Metro stations beautified Homes brightened Souls replenished Awards won Works validated Articles written People inspired You chose to be an artist A life never easy Like a trek up the hill Incredible view; deep valley Two sides of the same coin A mixed bag my dear Anxiety and fear Endless thrill Satiated soul Artist...
You were the 1st thing I noticed When the car climbed up to clifton Standing tall Branches twisted and entangled Like the present day human relations All near you green and straight You were dancing to your own tune... I named you the rebel tree. You became my muse... I captured you With the first rays of the morning sun Mellow and yellow And with the last rays You a silhouette With the rising moon And the dramatic clouds I captured you just like that... You were the one where the barbets Perched and howled, much to Dudo's anguish You were the one where the birds rested before they flew off to the next and the next tree You were the one the langoors escaped to When Kishan and Sanju chased them You were also the one where the flying squirrel Took a pit stop before landing on the English oak You saw a lot, most of which I am not even aware But you saw me fall in love with you and the Ash tree and the English Oak and the Kalchunia a