The Craving of An Artistic Soul

Indulging in the arts regardless of any form has been the utmost best thing I could do with my time if I had all the luxury to do it. Unfortunately, when you start, it becomes an addiction. An uncontrollable craving for more. Because it is so vast and interesting, you would never want to stop. With some inspiration from Train's 'Drops of Jupiter' I bring you the murmurations of an artistic soul.

An artistic soul is a wild child of mysterious potions,
Who loves life and passion,
Any form of expression,
Is a very sweet nectar of temptation.

She can choose to deny as she did before,
Or have a taste and crave more,
Be it song or dance, she desires to explore,
Even write or paint from the walls to the floor.

She meets someone who made her feel in an instance,
There was absolutely nothing in resistance,
Tremblings and quivering in the deafening silence,
Awaiting the words that would travel through the distance.

His fleeting was like a shooting star,
Talents as rare as a comet from afar,
Linguistics that flow through the nebulas,
Intellectual depth sinking through the interstellar.

It was like she travelled the universe,
With drops of Jupiter quenching her thirst,
Saturn's rings tucked away in her purse,
To come back to our atmosphere was a curse.

She could not replace this poetic chemistry,
With any ordinary cookbook recipe,
She could not phantom the misery,
Being denied weaving poetic tapestry.

Her soul fed satiated with a buffet,
Of things tastier than any frappe,
With music that accompanied the finest ballet,
Platters of smooth conversations better than any latte.

Coming back from her soul searching exploration,
Sailing through the breath taking constellations,
Entertaining her wildest fantasies and imaginations,
Pouring out her souls into these murmurations.

The plain and the simple could do no justice,
Thoughts without deep meaning were like malice,
It was more than the synch of the heartbeat and drums,
It was more than the sensuous tunes they could hum.

She could liken it to being enveloped by light,
Her soul awakened to soar and take flight,
From Venus to Pluto she burst with all her might,
To switch off this craving was a fierce fight.

To nullify the artistic soul is an impossible feat,
You either embrace it the first time you meet,
Or leave and admit defeat,
But truth be told, to feed an artistic soul can be a pleasurable treat.

-SY

Written at 04:33H on 10th October 2015

At 61 Wong Clan
SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfils the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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