Saturday, July 30, 2011

Reflections...

The smile on the face is sprawled all over the mirror...the reflection on the mirror makes the real face unreal...not the face alone...even the deep running roots of the mind seem to be an unreal reflection...Is reflection something which turns the 'real' into 'unreal'? Or is it something which sketches the reality of reality?


Unreality is like an incessant voice...and is it only a feeling that silence is a cessation of voice? In the dazzling flamboyance of voice the fathomless grief of silence is melted and merged into the darkness...the blackened voice which is inextricable from the brewing darkness! What if the silence seeks for a form and frame of its own? Silence has often become a mere interval...an interval between two voices...a small vacuity between two words...a bleak shadow of voice. Does the shadow have more magnitude than the solid reality? Does the silence have more depth than voice? Is it an absurdity of  unreality which is disguised itself as reality to measure the two immeasurable distinctive elements? Mind is inclined to reflections...it lives in reflections...loses itself in reflections. The reflected smile on the mirror has more beauty...or the reflection convinces so. The reality is fallen and shattered into an irrevocable state...the silence heaves sighs amidst the roaring voice....!


PS: This a translation of my last post. Specially for my friend who asked for it. It's a loose translation since I fear that a strict translation may consume the beauty of words as well as beauty of meanings intended.

12 comments:

  1. Naz....sweet heart...i just askd for the translatn and there it is. And ya the idea is complicated...i am reflecting upon the silence and reflections.I could have appreciate the translatn more if i hav known both the languages...thanks sweet!! thanks thanks thanks for it:)

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  2. My pleasure dear...and please avoid that lame language monkey, that vomiting of alphabets....it's irksome;-)Try to watch out a little bit and it'll become a habit:-)

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  3. eeeeeee......will try teacher....he...he:)

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  4. Thanks for the translation...Nice post for the surreal world...

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  5. Translation also looks beautiful.. just like the reflected smile..
    A different view.. confused.. :)

    "Are we the living..? or are the dead the living where in we are mere reflections"??

    Keep writing!!

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  6. @Saru: Thanks dear...I was actually reflecting upon the surrealism and the piece itself came to be surrealistic...glad that you noticed it:-)

    @KP: "Are we the living..? or are the dead the living where in we are mere reflections"??...fantastic quote..thanks sweety:-)

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  8. I don't think it's that much brilliant... and what did you mean by "brogglingly brilliant"? I am a little confused...there's a word called "brogging" which usually means "The highly (un)interesting act of bragging(boasting) about oneself while blogging"...is that what you meant????

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  9. reflection (translation) is no less real:)
    good job nasnin!

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  10. Hey...posting the comment and removing it always is not at all fair! Either you don't post it or have the guts to be certain about what you post so that you don't have to remove it later!

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