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The Artist's View

The artist is the seeker of beautiful things,
To reveal art is the artist’s aim.
Some see beauty in the simplicity,
Others seek order in chaos.
Those who find beauty in things that matter and in things that do not,
Are those who understand the essence of this earthly existence.
Art is but the expression of a fraction of your imagination,
And in expression we find the door to our soul.
Those who understand their emotions can express themselves freely
And for those, the door opens up, maybe just enough to give them a glimpse
Of what they are truly capable of.

How about the critic?
Is he one who can translate his impression of beautiful things to suit his views?
Or is he one who seeks perfection in everything he sees,
Perception of beauty crystal clear,
Intolerant of even the slightest of blemishes
That might mar the innate perfection of what he beholds.

An author, who is he, if not a translator of thoughts into words?
And who is an artist, if not the translator of thoughts into images?
Each is human; each…

That Intoxication!

I draw in a glorious breath and it
fills me with satisfaction
A flick of the thumb, some smoke in the air,
Oh, the intoxication!

Out here, it's just me and my friend.
hanging out after dark.
A quick drive round the block or a bottle of beer
or just a small walk in the park,
She's always with me, through thick and thin,
and ever ready to help.
A flick of my thumb, some smoke in the air,
She IS the intoxication.

My parents and friends were against us,
They tried their level best.
But we stuck together through all that,
faced everyone side by side.
The days we shared together,
and then some nights too.
She's been there for every step I took
and for every damn thing life threw,
she was there for my graduation day,
and for my first rock concert too.

She never leaves my side, come what may,
my every burden she'll share.
My boss fired me, All my friends left me,
But she's always been there.
Day in, day out, I consult her,
for every thought, for everything,
for every single notion.
A flick of my thumb…