To The Sunflower (a remembrance to Van Gogh)

[aashishameya]

A real evangelist,
Emerging like a bursting emotion
Which enrapture us without our wish
A burning desire
To serve god’s land
Oh….! Sunflower I hymn to thou
Thine bright colors inspired us,
Thy spirit to live life at its full
Though it is ephemeral
Gives me vision about divine theme
And changed my concept about time
Before knowing thou
I was an abstract face
Without having any features
Unknown to all;
But thou as a lode star,
Shows path of eternity to every sailor
Who, starts his journey without any perception of direction
And; who is in the midst of that very whirlpool
Of mundane thought and materialistic ideas
Oh…! Sunflower I thank to thou
Thou, the son of sun,
Enjoyed every grief
With lot of fun
Thou, talk to Theo,
With a wise wish
That… all the painful souls
Get the creative freedom without any suffering
And bright sunny days
Comes to them, without any darkness
Oh…! Sunflower I sung to thine song
As thou, sacrifices thine life
For nourishing, soul of soil
The evanescent sun rays
Salute thou
With a mist full wind
As a dying soldier,
Drinks timeless wine
And become a bright star
With full of shine
Thou, an apostate,
Reaches to apotheosis
And all thine lunacy,
Which, now lies in the asylum of heaven
Depicts, the colors of virtue and nobleness,
And humanity, thankful to thou for ever
Oh ….! Sunflower I worship to thou

[ampoule]

What a lovely poem for one of my favorite paintings. I am very curious how you came to write this.

[aashishameya]

As you I am also in love with van gogh…it took me almost 2 years to write this poem…actually I was trying hard…but it was really difficult to be in zone….
Same as Vincent made his paintings…without preconceived idea…I also want to write spontaneously…and that’s how it came.

[Pendragon]

'ears to 'im! I always loved his paintings, and I understand why he used such thick brushstrokes and impasto--he had the same illness I do, Bi-Polar, or Manic-Depressive Disorder. He painted while in mania, and his vision was of the finished painting and he could not wait until it was done, so he painted swiftly, with fierce strokes, yet clever, and lots of paint as if in fury, and the painting was done, then it was on to another, more canvas, more paint, please, brother, and when he could not get it, he self-destructed and cut off his ear, and tried to drownd himself, more paint and canvas, more churned out pictures, his own portait a favorite subject, and we see how haunted and gaunt he becomes prior to his final suicide attempt. I can relate, and "Sunflowers" was a bright point in his otherwise dark life.

Great Poem, Ashy! Great Tribute! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/Appaluse.gif

[ampoule]

Yes, he suffered for his sanity, a lyric from Don McLean's "Vincent", a.k.a., Starry Starry Night
Here is a lovely tribute.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkvLq0TYiwI

[aashishameya]

thanks for stary-stary night..i am looking 4 it since long time