To Not
- a Poem
- by NoMad
To drop the brush and not try painting
blues skies in certain darkness;
to not be wasted putting together
the eternally broken.
To not be a fool,
sailing paper boats into deep sea
and drown finding treasures
for them.
To not dance to
the charlatan’s lies;
to not follow her
lying smiles and empty warmth.;
to die but not of her poisoned kisses.
To be not bought
by their shallow bluffs;
to not sell happiness and pay for it too.
To be lost to chaos
but not theirs.
NoMad
from Delhi, India, claims to be a millennial who wants to see the world, go places, meet people, gather new experiences, feel those intangible things and emotions that make one human. He pursues art in whatever forms available, and believes that nothing is a bigger art than life itself. A pen, a book, a brush, a doodle, a breath, a life!
