Monday, July 21, 2008

mirror

a glass is a plane to look beyond,
to look beyond ones life,thought ,idea,love and belief....
but a powder coat changes it ,
into a reflective surface.
reflects the condition of mind ,
its intensity,
and the distance it keeps ,
during a smile ,a caress,a hug or a kiss.......

The mirror judges the value,
attached to the gems and jewels,
and with panache ,
measures the depth in an eye that weeps ,
and the heart that bleeds.......
and the unread story that is going to end.........

shree
theme taken from a writing of c.r shah

7 comments:

MysticSaint said...

i love the imagery here,

"a glass is a plane to look beyond,
to look beyond ones life,thought , idea,love and belief...
but a powder coat changes it ,
into a reflective surface."

shree said...

here i have used the word plane with a double meaning....level of existence or thought and which is related to two dimentional surfaces ...like a bird soar without moving the wings and just skim over the surface of water......so the thoughts

Aruni RC said...

Wow, Chhoto mami! I can't decide which I liked more - the lines or the thought that explains the motifs.

these words seem so eminently quotable -
"measures the depth in an eye that weeps ,
and the heart that bleeds.......
and the unread story that is going to end........"
most ppl turn out to be the blind painters, mute singers and unknown writers thronging the pavements of life. Jeta kortey chaye aar jeta obosheshey korey boshey: existence always being a compromise, montakey jugiye chola
So the effortlessly skimming thoughts totter down sometime into the morbid maw of reality. Unfortunately.
Very nice.

Anonymous said...

Perhaps this song of mine says the same thing.

Sabkoi khele holi
Kuch rang baha jai
Kuch rang raha jai
Anshu se bhare ankhi
Sab koi khele holi

Sishe mein jo chehere
Dekha main dekha tu
Woh asli na nakab hai
Na sisha bola na tu boli
Sab koi khele holi

Hazaron khwaishei thi
Zindagi bhar raha piyasi
Na zindagi pi paya
Na khwaishei puri hui
Sab koi khele holi

Unfortunately this is life's unending game.

Rabu said...

The mirror judges the value,
attached to the gems and jewels,
and with panache ,
measures the depth in an eye that weeps ,
and the heart that bleeds.......



It's beautiful. Love it.

The Rebel said...

Nice One...
Words...
The Beauty of it n the Pain...
Portrayed Wonderfully...
Thanks for Sharing this...

toxoid_toxaemia said...

very nice poem ... luved it absolutely !