Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Magical yearnings of a mystical yore...


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  1. My take on the Painting:
    Memories fade, moments don’t. Every Memory has a haunting thought associated with it. Every moment has destiny etched on it that takes various shapes, forms and circumstances and remains ever enchanting.
    Memories are solidly rooted in one’s self, ageing with every passing day, and multiplying in all directions; searching in a benign manner the moments that made them linger, stay and at times torment the being. Every branch of memory has twigs of hope and future: better times, more pleasurable than present, and replicating the smiles of time gone by.
    Moments of yore have it all: Unbridled energy of eager waves, multitude of shades as in a rainbow, brightness of sun and tranquility of azure. They splash, glimmer, spread and paint soul in multiple hues.
    While memories are easy to treasure, moments are sublime. They cannot be arrested but simply flow with time in the ethereal depths of one’s soul. Every living moment is a culmination of rendezvous of memories and moments and that is what causes emotions and feelings, gives rise to friends and foes and foment the time and destiny.
    Some people are happy but not necessarily contented as they live in the moments and forget the memories. Those who thrive on memories are necessarily sad as every moment rocking against the memory boat throws up the possibilities that were there but never fructified, instances whose time never came, desires that never took shape but still feed the twigs.
    The essence of quest for ultimate joy is deep in the journey down the depth of one’s heart. Both memories and moments whip up the expectations to reach that zenith which sadly remains unreachable and insurmountable.

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    1. Amit @ your interpretation has added a completely new dimension to this masterpiece (like always ☺). Memories are giving hope while moments are sullen…

      I remember Gulzar’s poem-
      Only because I think
      That I will send you a copy too
      I keep a carbon paper below my loneliness
      And talk loudly all the while

      My words are reproduced on paper
      But not the feel of my voice
      At night I only see the ink-like darkness

      Leaving the dialogue open…
      Cheers ☺

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  2. Its wowwwww
    I loved it. 😘

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  3. confused desires!:p beautiful. .simply loved the splash of bright colors with neutral colors...blue waves looks like the as if a tussle is going between ur heart and mind..and finally it gets over with those bright rays which shines bright like sun as always. ..u can handle any tussle;)...muuhhaaaa

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    1. Disha@ the tussle is indeed going on between mind and heart... hope it ends in the next masterpiece :)
      The difference in tints and shades of blue is expressing 'blues'... while the tinge of warm colors are rays of hope...
      Keep on... keeping on... :D

      Muah :D hugs hugs hugs :D:D:D

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  5. neele aakaash main -
    sooraj ki tapan, baarish ki sheetalta, duniya ke woh 7 mool rang, patjhad ke baad woh naye phool, nayi umang, naya utsaah us neelepan main....
    A nice paiting covering a lots of emotions... Liked it...

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