A Walk Through The Artistic Ashes Of 21st Century! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Imprisoned to the impermanent peripheries
You, my mate, are sketched to emptiness
Thou art grounded to the intricate world
Where hardly prevails peace anywhere
All sides and corners are the pretty same
Just dashing fronts daze the commoners
Your artwork remains in constant progress
It cannot be completed
It cannot meet completion ever
Otherwise it will not be art
Art is an utmost pain
It's an unsung sigh
Unwritten stanza
It comes out of damn pain
It is product of intense misery
It cannot take birth ordinarily
It demands your blunt self
It wants your honest self
It wants you to be poetic
It wants you to be rude
It wants you to be disturbed
It wants sacrifice
It's not art if it doesn't crucify you
It makes you restless
It cuts you down into pieces
And forgets to reassess you
It's your body of work
It requires your sincerity
It requires your honesty
It opposes fakeness
It delays the dramatic life
In return, it brings endless trauma
Where you cannot recover ever
Recovery isn't in art
Art just collects your bits
It doesn't cure you
It's an agonizing melody
It swings you in between like love
Like literature
Like philosophy
And like the law of nature
Installed to art!
Attuned to love!
Deeply immersed.
You're against violence
You're against dirt
You worship dust
You're then an artist
You're so lost in frequencies
You are silent there
You are committed to it
You're personal there
You're a way next to cosmic soul
You're an ancient portrayal of anonymous
You seek exile
You are numbed to the last night
You're already in exile
You're pressed to bygones
You're befooled by contemporary query
You're advertised with futuristic filth
You're a human belonging to the 21st century
You're a lonesome art gallery
You're to witness accidents and aftermaths
All at the same time
All at once
Without any pertinent pause
You're the last stage of human life
You're so closed to life
Yet away from conventions
You, my dear, are an eventual anthem of life!