Time For An Art And Craft Class Poem by Parijat Banerjee

It's Art everywhere.
It's there in the strokes:
It's there in the lines..
It's there in the paint, colours, palettes-
It's present in the rhymes.

The painstakingly beautiful pieces hang around us in our everyday unspoken craft..
Where Jesus dies to lessen our sins,
And a ripen rockmelon eagerly waits in the porcelain to be cut.
A family makes their way to a holiday on a lovely bright morning,
While the sleeping virgin's beauty is adored by a demigod in the heaven's hut.
A rocking chair perfectly fits in the frame to allow the nude lady to relax after a day end;
Whereas a gold digger bluntly looks at the ceiling, holding his wife's letter, tearing their lives apart..

Some stay morose, others somewhat gay -
While the life unfolds yet again, an unsolved riddle in its own enchanted way.

After all, it's Art everywhere..
As it should have been always.