I remember reading the book - ‘ Lust for life'
Penned by Irving Stone, some years back.
It was so engrossing and stimulating!
I just could not keep the book down.
I kept reading the book for a whole year.
The sad story of an artiste moved me so much.
Being an artiste myself, I fully identified with his struggle.
It was at a time, when I had begun my career as a danseuse
In India, it is so difficult for an artiste to rise
Being valued or appreciated.
When I read of Vincent's struggle as an artiste,
I realized that it was the same plight all over the world.
Often, I would plunge into a pensive mood,
Ever comparing my struggle with Vincent's struggle.
Just as Vincent painted sunflowers in a vase,
I would dance with mudras inside my house,
When he painted the poor, hardworking miners,
I would dance, the dance of poverty all around me,
Vincent painted with his brush and paints,
While I danced with rhythmic beats and movements.
All I knew, there was a link, a connect, a mystical bond!
A Biographical Poem
Ah! To be able to identify with an artiste! And take on their persona through dance, music and poetry. And do it with such grace and charm. You've most definitely succeeded, Geeta!
Poetry seems to be the best compensation for all misfortunes in life for rising high in human spirit as in Art!
Lust for Life is a most interesting book. Worth reading. Again and again. Van Gogh's biography and Irving Stone's language. They gel together to form magic. Recommended for reading, to everyone..
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem which is insightful as well as biographical. There is a striking analogy between your own struggles and those of the Vincent's.
plight is same everywhere because rising in any field is an uphill task.Excellent poem where the truth in real life is highlighted.Top scores dear Mad Menon.
Exquisitely crafted with artistic brilliance is this profound rendition of yours, Madam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........a mystical bond......magnificent......thank u, dear poetess....