the days of youth dry up and perish
never to return again
the night of desire is wasted
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Bhashwati wrote:
Finally i got a chance to look at Spring fades closely.
So many different hues.
To me the image conveys that although spring fades, life
does not.
A beam of light continues to permeate it.
Conscious life is bound to self destruct in a self
fulfilling prophecy. Since it recognises beginning and end, it wastes away and
ends never to return.
But the known cycle of non conscious life as unearthed by
science and by history, continues to ebb, flow and regenerate itself.
This image like some of your other compositions, deserves a
book.
It is such an elegant cover for some metaphysical content.
2 comments:
…Subah aati hai
Raat jaati hai
Subah aati hai
Raat jaati hai Yunhi
Waqt chaltaa hi rehata hai rukata nahin
Ek pal mein ye aage nikal jaata hai
Aadmi theek se dekh paataa nahin
Aur parde pe manjar badal jaataa hai
Ek baar chale jaate hain jo din raat subah o shaam
Who, woh phir nahin aate
Woh phir nahin aate
Zindagi ke safar mein guzar jaate hain jo makaam
Vo phir nahin aate vo phir nahin aate…
...Ek Bar Wakt Se Lamha Gira Kahee
Ek Bar Wakt Se Lamha Gira Kahee
Wahan Dastan Milee Lamha Kahee Nahee
Thoda Sa Hasake Thoda Sa Rulake
Pal Yeh Bhee Janewala Hai Ho Ho…
Aanewala Pal Janewala Hai
Ho Sake Toh Isame Jindagee Bita Do
Pal Jo Yeh Janewala Hai Ho Ho…
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