The art within art| Saugandhika Kale

The art within art.

by Saugandhika Kale

There aren’t enough words to describe art,

as it solely cannot be fathomed by a single meaning, but is rather found in places, people, stories rather beaming,

like the sun rays falling on cold window panes, like a song that stops playing still echoes music that stays,

like a painting can speak for itself,

or books carefully stacked on the shelf,

it carries the weight of emotions too ‘absurd’,

talking to you without speaking a single word,

like an endless night filled with the possibility of shooting stars, leaving you thinking about how art can leave scars, scars from discovering what art truly is,

it is pain covered in paint strokes forming a bliss,

it is happiness pouring down with the first day of rain,

it is poetry and pieces that rhyme and keep one sane,

it is sadness found in your sketch that you think is lame,

art isn’t what you think looks nice, but what completes one when they’re in pieces, it isn’t something you look at,

it is something you breathe in, something you live for,

and what you die with.