<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451250" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sitting by bonfire! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting by bonfire…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sitting on a December night by the bonfire<br>Glanced up and saw stars sparkle like sapphires.<br>Sparks were rising up like glow worms; why<br>At that moment flashed across my mind’s eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vincent Van Gogh’s famous painting ‘Starry Night’.<br>How restless he felt about getting it somehow right.<br>Silently contemplating nature with a painter’s eye, <br>He felt compelled and determined to give it a try.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thought for long haunted and preoccupied his mind.<br>To the mystery and essence of night, in spirit aligned.<br>Finally he decided to paint it on the spot by the river at night.<br>Excited to paint under the moon, stars, a little artificial light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, what you see is a painting of night not dark or black.<br>Done with beautiful blue, violet, and green to illuminate.<br>He singled out colours that would express what he felt.<br>Blend of serenity and dizziness and what to him it meant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus he was able to attain the mystic dream of youth.<br>Through painting to assuage his thirst for the truth.<br>It became an act of faith, in a state of meditation.<br>I reflected, is art an effective path for salvation…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What leads to this slow and sure transformation of man, <br>Into an artist, musician and a poet- is it Creator’s plan...<br>Does the intensity, seclusion lead some to brink of insanity.<br>As I had in my teens read his tragic and sad biography.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do we live in chains and prisons of our own making? <br>Does it have to do with events beyond control; destiny? <br>Aware of his fractured psyche, calmly told his brother Theo; <br>One lesson I have learnt is not ever to complain for sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes drifted to dying ambers, just when my son asked me; <br>Would you like me to add more logs; came out of my reverie.<br>We walked on the gravel path towards the lodge in silence.<br>He said Mom; should spend more time in Sunshine, with nonchalance...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451250" data-title="Sitting by bonfire! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Sitting by bonfire… Sitting on a December night by the bonfire Glanced up and saw stars sparkle like sapphires. Sparks were rising up like glow worms; why At that moment flashed across my mind’s eye Vincent Van Gogh’s famous painting ‘S..."></div> </div> </div>

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