Angielski
Happiness is superficial. It is peripheral, and momentary due to its dependence on events and circumstances. Lukewarm feelings evaporate as quickly as they appear without leaving a living imprint for any creativity. Pain on the other hand has depth, thus all creativity emerges from it; may it be music, sculpture, painting, or poetry. Any art form has capacity of allowing one to merge with existence, but it isn't imperative to reach depth through silence. Amrita's Reflections comes from such a childhood, which was in the midst of a space, where nature was premier. Trees, bees and flowers were her friends. Whispers from them became words and phrases to form expression. Her poetry is born out of an awe of beauty and silence. This awe is full of colors. There isn't just one green in the tree and just one pink in the rose, a rainbow of mellow shades merges, dances and becomes a song. She recognizes the depth of sadness and the fleeting nature of happiness. Over the years the longing grew stronger for that of behind the scene presence, which she feels is just a breath away. The tears and sighs aren't for any shape or form but for the love that surrounds us all. Her husband's passing in nineteen-ninety-four deepened the feelings more so.
