I should have listened to my Father, or teachers.
When they said, son, take up a job and life will be fine. I didn’t.
I was naïve with a soul full of dreams.
I listened to me and called myself an Artist.
Fancy right?
Yes, the grass is greener on the other side. what I can do now?
I will just be true to my dream.
Oh fuck! I forgot, I am a freelance artist.
Ya, that’s sounds apt because no studios sign me and my father is not a super star.
Also I gain a day-to-day rejection in a year While others face that in their lifetime.
Oh now don’t be in a hurry to judge me.
No. Am not a courageous person on this planet, I am just talking about the life of an Artist.
So, I will face it and be it.
And my dear Society, pardon me I cant live a life like others, Buy a car, home or achieve some basic necessities of a “Normal Life”.
I am just another narcissist showing off On the social platforms and trying to sell myself,
Telling that life is beautiful and stop calling me a loser.
May be I just live for a moment!
Claps, admiration, appreciation.
They feed my hunger.
And remember, That moment when I made a gesture or rendered a line and your soul is stirred,
that’s the only moment I am close to Enchantment.
Because that small moment, which makes me live a million Lifetimes.
About the Author: Priyadarshi Pulikonda
