school mein agar koi kaagaz bahut ganda ho jaata tha aur mitaana mushqil ho jaata tha to uska upaaye ye karte the ki dono kaagazon ko fevicol se jod dete the.. taaki daag hon, magar dikhaai na den aur koi panne palat kar dekh bhi na sake..
iske analogous koi solution sochne ki koshish karo.. agar kuchh foolproof mile to mujhe bhi bataana!
perhaps a stroke or two went wrong perhaps the pigments werent right perhaps the air was a little too damp
but maybe a little of this happens all the times
with your blank sheets you would go on for.a w hile and then again there would again be so much on your canvas to limit the length of your strokes, the choice of colors and what else you could add to it. You would again seek a harmony like you do now.
Why not learn to paint over, like the old masters did, masking all that was beneath and what they stopped liking. They created new worlds keeping a little of the past veiled, because except for a few patches it was still perfect, the rest of it.
And even if not Try to see it from someone else's eyes, it might still look the best :) well, almost ;)
[divesh] Mujhe kahaan aitraaz hai magar afsos to ye hai ki milti nahi woh tasveer doosri utni hi badsoorat ki jod doon jisko tasvir se apni is tarah ki dono mein fark na rahe is tarah ki chhup jaye kalikh sari is tarah ki dikhe bas ek saaf kora kagaz
[taps] :)
[anon] Ah! The maybes... One could paint over, you know and hide the blemishes from the onlooker's eyes but the fact remains that ugliness remains hidden, even though, yet it stays alive in figments, in pixels in imperfect patches in the inescapable darkness of the inside
Tumne dhoondhi nahi hogi theek se wo tasveer doosri Kehte hain khuda bhi milta hai dhyaan se dhoondhne par Par khair kehne waale to ye bhi kehte hain ki Badsoorti lies in the eyes of the beholder :D
:) tasveerein aksar wo dikhati hain jo hota nahi...jo hota hai wo to dekhne wale ki aankho me hai...lakeerein daag bhi ho sakti hain aur pehchaan bhi...
Wow, all of the above poem and comments are great. Are all of you poets? I feel so good to read it all, "Kuchh mitane par bhi magar... daag aksar reh jate hain.", "Lakeerein daag bhi ho sakti hain aur pehchan bhi.."; "And even if not .. try to see it from someone else's eyes, it might still look the best".
I was wandering and stumbled upon and landed here. Nice piece of work here. Someone try to piece together the parts of the poem and the coment together to create the whole world of existence- pain and peace, darkness and light, confusion and light and delightful clarity.
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school mein agar koi kaagaz bahut ganda ho jaata tha aur mitaana mushqil ho jaata tha to uska upaaye ye karte the ki dono kaagazon ko fevicol se jod dete the.. taaki daag hon, magar dikhaai na den aur koi panne palat kar dekh bhi na sake..
iske analogous koi solution sochne ki koshish karo.. agar kuchh foolproof mile to mujhe bhi bataana!
Beautiful...poem and the comment.
perhaps a stroke or two went wrong
perhaps the pigments werent right
perhaps the air was a little too damp
but maybe a little of this happens all the times
with your blank sheets you would go on for.a w hile and then again there would again be so much on your canvas to limit the length of your strokes, the choice of colors and what else you could add to it. You would again seek a harmony like you do now.
Why not learn to paint over, like the old masters did, masking all that was beneath and what they stopped liking. They created new worlds keeping a little of the past veiled, because except for a few patches it was still perfect, the rest of it.
And even if not Try to see it from someone else's eyes, it might still look the best :) well, almost ;)
[divesh]
Mujhe kahaan aitraaz hai
magar afsos to ye hai
ki milti nahi woh tasveer doosri
utni hi badsoorat
ki jod doon jisko
tasvir se apni
is tarah ki dono mein fark na rahe
is tarah ki chhup jaye kalikh sari
is tarah ki dikhe bas ek saaf kora kagaz
[taps]
:)
[anon]
Ah! The maybes...
One could paint over, you know
and hide the blemishes
from the onlooker's eyes
but the fact remains
that ugliness remains
hidden, even though, yet
it stays alive
in figments, in pixels
in imperfect patches
in the inescapable darkness of the inside
gyaan overload!
Tumne dhoondhi nahi hogi theek se wo tasveer doosri
Kehte hain khuda bhi milta hai dhyaan se dhoondhne par
Par khair kehne waale to ye bhi kehte hain ki
Badsoorti lies in the eyes of the beholder :D
So beautiful. So true.
But kuch daag ache bhi to hote hain !
:) tasveerein aksar wo dikhati hain jo hota nahi...jo hota hai wo to dekhne wale ki aankho me hai...lakeerein daag bhi ho sakti hain aur pehchaan bhi...
Just call it modern art, which it is.
Wow, all of the above poem and comments are great. Are all of you poets? I feel so good to read it all, "Kuchh mitane par bhi magar... daag aksar reh jate hain.", "Lakeerein daag bhi ho sakti hain aur pehchan bhi.."; "And even if not .. try to see it from someone else's eyes, it might still look the best".
I was wandering and stumbled upon and landed here. Nice piece of work here. Someone try to piece together the parts of the poem and the coment together to create the whole world of existence- pain and peace, darkness and light, confusion and light and delightful clarity.
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