English translation by me in Comments section …
एक नज़र का असर है बाकी
थोड़ी शोखी कुछ बेबाकी
अक्स तेरा क्यों ठहर गया है
वक़्त गुज़र गया हालाँकि
मेरी पलकों में अब भी है
पहली मुलाकात की झांकी
तकता हूँ मैं खाली प्याला
संगदिल निकला मेरा साकी
क्यों है जुदा दुनिया से अमित
क्यों न सीखी कुछ चालाकी
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 53
Reflections…..
Use the following as a stimulus for a piece of writing:
I am a special mirror. People move through it, leaving reflections of their psyche.
The inventor who created me committed an error. The images that pass through me remain locked there, even after the person has moved away. These images speak to each other, interact and create a lot of turmoil inside me. Their inter-related states are known only to me.
Look there …
Mandakini, Rukmini and Renuka are walking together in the garden. They do not belong to the same era or same geography. But they have come together. They know that they are not rivals or opponents. They are just reflections of each other, as they moved over to higher stages of evolution. The core is the same, an independent entity demanding recognition. Their existence is not relative to any other human being or object. They are…
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