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“You Are A Piece Of Art”

You broke the void inside me.
You taught me belongingness.
You turned me into someone like you.
Your stunning gaze edified my minor mistakes.
Your presence invited my inner child to get blossomed.
Your cheerfulness helped your favorite playful little girl to grow,
To grow and become one like you, the most lovable person I have known, mother.
I miss You.
Are my colleagues still working on the project that I initiated one day?
Do they remember me?
Weren’t they all a part of the hard-working family we had built over time?
All supportive, all indefatigable, all diligent.
Aren’t they all proud to become a part of the community that I’ve established?
They are of course, mom said they are gratified, they are the sunflowers in your life.
I love my crew, I love what I’ve created, I love the way people appreciated my team.
I miss my organisation.
I remember one fine summer day, while coming across a main street, with my mother,
A street-seller selling paintings, the greatest artworks, historic masterpieces.
Oil paintings slanting in the guard railing spread across covering the pavement.
I passed through those, my feet quickly paused, I turned around, glanced at one piece.
Dazzled under sunlight, bright and gleaming sunflowers’ portrait starring at me.
The artwork immediately captivated my attention, I went near, perused into few letters.
The seller simplified the illustration of the glorious piece by Vincent Van Gogh.
Moreover, it all tempted me so much when he said it was painted by his daughter.
How I remember my mother loved sunflowers.
How I remember planning to gift her Van Gogh’s “Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers”
still life art by her favorite artist on her 50th birthday.
Only if it was a dream-come-true wish.
I miss her, but her words reminded me of this piece of memory,
I shared today, in her absence, in my prayer.
Her last words only prompted me to contemplate:
Am I truly “A Piece Of Art?”

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 21

Prompt Day 21:  Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.

I believe the poem speaks it all. Everything is related, starting from my mother’s part to the conclusion, ending with her itself. I had to weave a poem of four parts so precisely yet so delicately that I got emotional while writing and sunflowers are always adored by everyone, and so do I and my mother. But she would be encouraging me so much that I feel guilty about the fact that I couldn’t do much for her and she has bought so many things for me, she gifted me this wonderful life and now that I have to move on without her, it hurts, always will. The pain will never fade away, I’ll be grieving for the rest of my life, carrying memories down the lane, cherishing each day with fresh sunflowers and missing her, the incomplete project and questioning my existence.

Vincent van Gogh
Oil on canvas
92.1 cm × 73 cm (36.3 in × 29 in)
National GalleryLondon


Hii! I am very passionate about learning, writing, crafting, gardening and in photography. As a senior higher secondary school student I hardly get time to involve myself in hobbies and doing little things which makes me feel motivated and happy, although I do make some fun time from the busy schedule, enjoying, exploring and expressing within my personal space. And I'm very fond of aesthetic stuffs, may it be arranging the pinterest boards or my camera clicks... anything where beauty flows naturally spreading joy with a tint of delicacy, mystery, art and knowledge. Hunger for knowledge always had me pondering over infinite 'hows' and 'whys'... Much love for my readers<333

4 thoughts on ““You Are A Piece Of Art”

  1. Hello, Nava. Your mother was dear to you, I can tell that being told here.
    Your line, “working on the project that I initiated one day?” rang a bell with me. For a long time, years and years one of my two recurring dreams was of a computer program that I wrote for NASA but didn’t get to finish. I always dreamed that the program didn’t work.
    We chose the same artist, I like van Gogh also, I compared my Olive Grove picture I took at St. Remy, Provence, France, with his painting of the same view.
    Jim, of Jim1Jim1 at NaPoWriMo 2022.

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    1. Oh Jim you totally get me so well. I understand your situation, we let go of our opportunities at times, sometimes it doesn’t work out at all..
      Yes Van Gogh is a remarkable artist of all time! I saw yours, amazing!✨

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    1. Hey Stephanie Thank you for reaching out to me and I’m so grateful for this kind message. Well ‘m glad my website caught your attention! This really means a lot. I’m even more motivated for working on my passion now, thank you so much💕✨💫🌻

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