Life of Art

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Mar 10 2026

Art is empathy
The language of pulse.
Transcending time to teach death to life
Conquering space to keep love alive.
That which speaks to the quantum mess
Of a boy alone in a world of men;
He yearns to age; they beg to stop.
A shape that keeps the human pain
Same in caves, in capes, in space.
As a song that tears the heart of unloved,
As a verse that soothes a billion masked
We art the language of gods
Unjudged, untaught.
In our fight to belong as we stand out
We breathe as a trillion, but can speak as one.