Once Art couldn't be done.

Once I was told to write a story.
I couldn't.
Because writing cannot be commanded.

Once I was told to dance.
I couldn't.
Because dance cannot laugh among fakes.

Once I was told to sing.
I couldn't.
Because notes cannot flow amidst poisoned minds.

Once I was told to paint.
I couldn't.
Because colors cannot fly in black sea.

Once I was told to be happy.
I couldn't.
Because laughter cannot be made.

Once I was told to worship.
I couldn't.
Because God isn't always ready for a hymn.

Once I was told to run.
I couldn't.
Because legs are tired sometimes.

Once I was told to talk.
I couldn't.
Because heart isn't always ready to just blurt the truth out.

Once I was told to show anger.
I couldn't.
Because that much love doesn't always drown to bring out red eyes.

Once I was told to love.
I couldn't.
Because butterflies do not visit on invitation.

Once I was told to be sad.
I couldn't.
Because memories don't bring in melancholy forever.

Once I was told to get all confused and irritated,
But I couldn't.
Because calm visits us sometime on eves.

Once I was told to maintain the poise.
I couldn't.
Because I am a human. Always.


Once I was told to live.
I couldn't.
Because it isn't possible to feed selves with the happy nectar of life all the time.


Once I was told to die.
I couldn't.
I just couldn't and you shouldn't.
Death takes time and takes the time along.
After every art you can die peacefully.
After every art, be the art.