The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – art.
Art is a whisper left in stone
A spark that says, you’re not alone
It lives in colours, words & light
In nature’s forms & skies at night.
Art is the river that never ends
Flowing through family, lovers, friends
It dances in music, sings in clay
And wakes in poems at the break of day.
A brush can paint what eyes can’t see
The shape of hope, a memory
A song can carry precious years
Through joy, through wonder, through our tears.
The artist stands before the page
A dreamer on an empty stage
With careful strokes and a fearless mind
They just leave the ordinary behind.
It lives in murals on city walls
In grand museums and humble halls
In children’s drawings, wild and free
And masterpieces by the sea.
It turns the mundane bright
A fleeting moment into sight
And though the artist’s hands may rest
Their vision lingers in the chest.
It teaches eyes to truly see
The wonder in simplicity
A falling leaf, a passing cloud
A quiet thought within a crowd.
And when the world feels cold or far
Art shines like an unwavering star
A gentle flame against the dark
A shelter for the seeking heart.
Art is a question without an end
A stranger and a lifelong friend
It is a mirror, a window too
Reflecting me while showing you.
Art is the courage to reveal
The hidden things we rarely feel
To give a shape to silent thought
And treasure what the world forgot.
Art is more than skill or part
It is the language of the heart
A bridge from soul to soul, a start
The human soul itself is art.
