The battle is on....a battle between the senses and the restrain. a battle to conquer temptations...a battle between the process and the end product..a battle within myself.
How often do we realise that our 'self' is a conglomeration of so many varied gross and subtle substances which are frequently fighting each other...so isn’t self contradiction the most natural outcome of such a process...what is conclusiveness but an expression of partial knowledge…here I am reminded of a couplet by Kaifi
“jisko khabar nahi use josh o kharosh hai
jo pa gaya hai raaz gum hai khamoosh hai”
Unfortunately times are such or rather times have always been such that louder you proclaim the more credible you sound…subtleness has no place in the system…but does it really need a place in this system…I wonder, as I often do, but get absolutely no answers….probably there are no answers..its only meant to be experienced….the inability to express certain thoughts in words irritates me..somehow words don’t seem enough to express the actual feel of the thoughts…its restricted by my english vocabulary ,by the form and syntax of the language itself, by the need to give it a readable format and so on and so forth….writing is limiting and so is painting..i have many a times heard artists complaining that what has come out on their canvas is not exactly what they thought…it’s definitely a compromise and all of us have to make it to lend a concrete shape to our ideas……..
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About Me
- geetika
- want to be an eternal student...trying to fathom the mysteries of nature...and in the process find myself
yes my dear , thoughts are very cryptic, decoding them is a task and part of the process to unravel them...which i feel is to learn and unlearn in the process....the limiting aspect itself may be a concept which it may want us to understand you can't be perfect and perfect can be paradoxical also....would like to know your thoughts only if my comments makes a sense to you...
ReplyDeleteit makes lot of sense...rather echoes my sentiments to quite some extent..perfection i feel is a state which we strive to achieve but never reach..so its completely elusive..and thats why the frustrations...kind of reminds me of plato's utopia which only could have had existence in his head and not physically:)
ReplyDeleteGeetika, The art of language is essentially give form to what is not said. The beads minus the thread..Perhaps only poetry achieves that truly.
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