FIRE and DISTRESS
Art in Frame All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com Managing Editor: fnbworld.com Frolicking flowers photo by the poet . T he artist in me thrives on internal, unending fire and deepening distress. Both creating ripples in the mind. My art is finetuned by pain. Sillyness of an unending and unreachable sullied love. Cutting off lush branches of innocent swaying trees...the artist laughs. Then there is silence. No pain but a blank mind. I seek emotional wound. Almost like an addiction. Love is the drug. Pain is love. Art is created in wilderness and in complete darkness comes alive my drawing slate.