In Memory of Frida
Tears turn into paint,
Agony became the artist’s brush,
To paint a canvas of feelings,
Her inner world became visible,
Escapism from acute physical pain,
Sometimes the emotional tangles,
Sometime the Heart’s deepest desire,
Loneliness and the altered ego,
The binary of the Self,
All written in the canvas painting..
Her spirit burns on,
Always colorful and inspiring,
It awakens our deeper consciousness,
Mysterious, peculiar and straightforward,
It came from within her,
Not her view of the mundane world,
But the story of her own in it,
Reminding us to battle for,
The various obstacles of life,
With great courage and positivity,
Till Death claims us,
And not Death as a solution..
