I Am Gallery Poem by Harshada Pathare

I am the powerful madness that believes,
It is better to be crazy than to be boring
I donot like to be perfect and stay the best,
Whenever I make a mistake, I do laugh
And simply quote a poem to move on
I laugh loud and it does irritate people around,
It seems as if they are living and dead at same time

They tried to manipulate me and make me a prisoner,
Follow the herds and never say any contrarian words
You can't tame me for I am the madness that creates,
A little sanctuary for myself to explore and fidget
I am fully-fledged and love to paint besides the lamp-light,
Lots of books, strokes of paints that never left indoors

I am harsh on the canvas when in deep pain,
I write and speak words as I am not born in silence
People do criticize, analyze and condemn me,
They think I am a spider in an ambit of stars
But it is from a spider the art of weaving descended,
A spider has innate skills to make silk threads,
Spin them in nifty patterns of radials and orbs

I have a good set of values yet break some rules,
It is not that I am an unprincipled crook
But sometimes I do patch with sensible lies

I believe in an empty, dark universe,
Made up of chaos, sounds and waves
But I also believe in a God that molds,
The universe into a living abode for insane

Pull out the bubble wraps, see the leaning canvas
Look around the paintings that speak my stories
I am the GALLERY…breathing the paints and pain