I speak that I may forget,
For which is heard, is scarce the revealed,
And memory is but a kind slavery to the past.
I write that it may be erased,
For what is read is oft lost in translation,
Between the mind's eye and ear of the heart.
I live that I may be survived,
Not by progeny and lesser by name,
But by a legacy that is handed by Destiny's Choice.
For which is heard, is scarce the revealed,
And memory is but a kind slavery to the past.
I write that it may be erased,
For what is read is oft lost in translation,
Between the mind's eye and ear of the heart.
I live that I may be survived,
Not by progeny and lesser by name,
But by a legacy that is handed by Destiny's Choice.
Wah kya baat hai!
ReplyDeleteKamaal ka poetry hai bhai. Though the title is "why?" the how is also answered albeit not in the sense we normally understand......
ReplyDeleteI believe there is a saying "art is never finished, it is only abandoned". I am afraid our Jignyaasaa can never end, it can only be abandoned. Just when I was in the process of debating as to what "next", (it is about a month since the last posting) comes this....and telling me perhaps time for "abandonment" is yet to come. "picture abhi baaki hai mere dost".......
This should trigger some renewed interest (I can her the sighs incidentally!!)
Love Vichu
Hi Naresh,
ReplyDeleteI can't convince myself that someone could come up with this.I have no words.Kya bolen yaar!!
God is kind.
Gulpa