A sanity that burned: A vivid tribute to Vincent van Gogh
His white-hot sanity
blinded us
into incomprehension.
We called it madness
because the sunflowers
spoke too loudly
to his eyes,
because the stars
swirled their secret
grammar
into his skull.
He painted
as if the world
were burning
from the inside out—
every field,
a fever;
every sky,
a pulse;
every face,
a wound
learning to glow.
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We stood beside him,
cool, sensible,
unlit—
unable to fathom
how one man
could see so much light
and not go dark.
And when he slipped
beyond our grasp,
the night he left behind
still trembles—
a cobalt ache,
a wheeling flare—
proof that sanity,
in its fiercest form,
can scorch.
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A wanderer in words and wilderness, Koushik writes and translates to see the world — and himself — with mindful clarity.
