Art Behind Closed Doors

Soliloquies in hidden diaries,

And supressed desires in secret strummings;

Dreams in the strokes of colours in exile from sunlight,

And a secret romance in subdued hummings;

An outburst in sketches of the future,

Concealed in the spark of tormented eyes;

There is something so tragically beautiful

About art behind closed doors.

A sight for sore eyes,

But much less poetic

Than cries of anguish and tears of grief.

So here’s to healing, my love.

Create as you destroy.

And reveal as you hide.

For there is no pity to be parted

For your hidden art

Or your unveiled pain.

-Dhanya Nair.

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