I see the wind move in swirls,
Tiny stars shine like pearls.
Surrounded by circles of light,
The moon is yellow and bright.
In the dead of The Starry Night,
And in my sight.
A silent village falls asleep,
While my imaginations run deep.
Distracting myself from messy thoughts,
I paint the canvas with little dots.
All I can see day in and day out,
Is the vast sky coloured all about.
The only thing that keeps me sane,
Trapped in this pain.
Is to art,
With all my freaking heart.
(My first attempt on Van Gogh’s Starry Night turned out to be greater than my expectations and all one of my best creations till date. This painting symbolizes hope for me. Hope you guys like it too.)