Art

By Mahmuda Elias

A mural in a museum is what you symbolize

Halls full of memories, laughter and smiles

A painting to admire - everyone's object of desire

But your story's a fantasy contradicting my satire

Yet your eyes meet mine and stars all align

Souls intertwine, sculpt tales so divine

As eternity gambles it's strings - a trade with fate

On the table are laid tragedies to abate

Clock's ticking, time never in our reaches

Yet universe's whispers preaches 

Celestial pleas to relinquish the burning flames

Agitated sea storms to clam and tame

Blood stained invisible strings are now knot

Wars with violet knuckles never to be fought

Such silence awakens the dead from it's sleep

So I can't resist but contemplate a thought so deep - 

"The beginning of tragedy- where does it start? 

Is it when love turns into poetry and art?"

By Mahmuda Elias