Beauty in the forgotten

In the gallery of thoughts, 

where opinions are brushstrokes,  

each hue a touch of the self,  

I stand, palette in hand, 

unfurling my own colours, 

bold and unyielding,  

a canvas splashed with the essence  

of my unfiltered gaze. 

 

I stroll through the corridors of art,  

where poetry dances on the tongues  of critics,  

and canvases hang like echoes,  

but I am not bound  

by their applause or their sighs,  

for I craft my own symphony 

from the silence of my heart.  

 

Let them murmur about the greats,  

the poets with their gilded words,  

the painters who splash fame 

across the canvas,  

but I find beauty in the forgotten,  

in the overlooked corners 

where shadows play with light,  

where a single flower blooms 

against the rust of indifference.  

 

Famous vistas stretch before me,  

a parade of grandeur, 

yet my eyes wander  

to the unassuming nooks, 

the wildflowers that dance 

in the wind’s secret song, 

the old tree that leans 

against the weight of time, 

its gnarled roots  

telling stories  

that no one else can hear. 

 

I sip the nectar of my own convictions,  

daring to taste the sour and the sweet,  

to carve meaning from the mundane,  

for in this vast expanse of existence,  

it is my heart that weighs the worth,  

not the scale of popular acclaim.  

 

Therefore,

let them chase the shimmering stars,  

I will cradle the moon’s soft glow,  

for what is art but a mirror,  

reflecting the soul's quiet yearnings?  

In every stroke, in every word,  

I choose to believe  

that the extraordinary lies 

not in the applause of the masses  

but in the silent reverie of my own spirit  

uncurling like a flag 

in a gentle breeze.  

 

And thus, I wander,  

a solitary traveller, 

collecting moments  

that others deem trivial, 

finding wonder in the ordinary,  

and painting my own horizon 

with the palette of my heart,  

for I am the architect 

of my own vision,  

a poet in a world  

that often forgets  

the beauty of the unseen.