Art.

Art is no food,
But the fire underneath.
Art rests on retina
as an inverted image
of misery.
Art is glucose to the brain
and credit to the soul.
Art is the fear
of creating a little too much.
It is a refreshment, served
at the dinner of machines.
Art never means you had time,
but that you reflected on time.
Art is long,
A by-product of half fed stomach,
or in the quest to beat death.
Art is free,
Amid the hurricanes of exhaustion.
Art is the beloved, air lives for...
It is a secret ingredient to God.

Syed Ahmad Raza