Sugar Words

Art is said to be a recession-free industry because you’ll never stop wanting more of it.

Poets, writers, and painters pour their hearts on the paper, open their whole existence in front of the world to create that one masterpiece. The one that mankind longs for but does not know yet.

Though these are the very artists left vulnerable in the end.

As the eyes praise the white screen turned into something magical, but the very creator, the bristles of the brushes; Van Gogh, El Greco, John Toole, and other washed away unappreciated.

Is love also art? An Art that is always in need but also always in dearth.

The people who open their hearts are the artists whose work will be prized only posthumously, it seems.

These artists are the ones who possess a certain kind of courage, allowing them to be vulnerable in the face of the world.

I just wish there is a queue we need to wait in so that we can ration love for a little less of pain. But even if there isn’t.

I hope we all keep asking till we find the answers somewhere between the lines of war and hatred in morning headlines.

And keep browsing until some tweet is not about the apocalypse, but how are we going to solve the same.

And that we keep searching till we find the book where human behavior is explained and every bit of it makes sense.

We keep folding our hearts like paper mache; because we grew up listening to ‘This world is cruel darling, be cautious!’. Aren’t we just teaching generation after generation to not trust anyone at all? But when did we humans assume that we would be able to grow and evolve in solitude?

We would need no religion when we start believing in each other.

We would need no law when we have each other’s best interests in our minds.

We would need no sad poetry asking for help when our first words are how I can be of any help to you?

Love does not do good when caged. Love never turns out right with conditions. The present world is what we bring upon ourselves by keeping love always at arm’s length and never in our arms.

But leave it free, give it as much as you can and see how it spreads brightness around just like the sun does every day without conditions. The love then becomes the reason for life to exist, for us to exist, and for this world to exist.

Love is a lot more than art.

Because maybe love makes one person vulnerable, but together it makes us strong.