The night falls... The desire of red flowers...
- Independent Ink
- Jan 1
- 1 min read
Editor's Note: Dear Readers. A work of art is an eternal melody in bloom. As we enter a new year of despair and optimism, here is an artist's precious gift to you -- painted with the final dots post-midnight, 31st December, 2025. Stay blessed and inspiring. Take good care of yourself. Let's make the world a better place.
By Sarita Chauhan
The forest we carry inside us...
Can all the cutting down of trees, erasure of forests, in any way, help you and me?
Can you take away various shades of greens imprinted in my soul?
Can you create the marvels of glass and concrete on the lands that once breathed?
Can you measure the depth of each dot soaked in the desire of red flowers blossoming?
Can you hear the silence, the laughter, the cry behind that silence, the sweet song and melody, lost in the city being broken, built, in the makeover?
Can you sense the fresh, damp smell of the forest?
The night falls; I walk on the moist earth, in the deep forest.
Image: Acrylic on Canvas, 2005, 121 x 91 cm
Sarita Chauhan is an artist and teacher based in Mumbai.
Also see: A dot. A dash. A seed. By Sarita Chauhan.