LIFE imitates ART

A poem inspired by the works of famous artists like Edvard Munch, Pablo Picasso, Peter Fendi and Vincent Van Gogh.

All these artists and their respective artworks traverse the depths of human emotions like sadness, anxiety, grief and loss that resonate with many of us. Therefore, I have written the following elegy, taking these pieces as my muse.

I am not Edvard Munch,

But my screams are real.

They aren't painted,

But left my soul tainted.

Can someone steal them?

Maybe that would heal me.

I am not Dora Maar,

But my tears are real.

They aren't because of a war,

But still shook me to the core.

Can someone steal them?

Maybe that would heal me.

I am not Austrian,

But my sad messages are real.

They have no news about a dead husband,

But my heart is bludgeoned.

Can someone steal them?

Maybe that would heal me.

I am not Van Gogh,

But my expressionism in poetry is real.

They aren't avant-garde,

But I feel charred.

Can someone steal them?

Maybe that would heal me.

I am not a legendary artist,

But my emotions are real.

Let me feel them;

Maybe that would heal me.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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