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đ “Echoes of the Vanished Portrait”
A poem of illusion, dream, and silent remembrance — in English, Bengali & Hindi.
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đ️ Poem in English
Echoes of the Vanished Portrait
Is it illusion or dream?
Soft as cream, it used to gleam.
Once framed in gold, that gentle face,
Now only absence holds its place.
I kept it safe — my final art,
A memory carved inside my heart.
Yet now the frame stares back at me,
Silent, hollow, endlessly free.
Did you vanish, or did I fade?
In whose hands was the shadow made?
Between the seen and what might seem,
Flows the hush of an unfinished dream.
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đē āĻŦাংāϞা āĻāĻŦিāϤা:
āĻ
āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύি
āĻ āĻি āĻŽাāϝ়া, āύা āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύেāϰ āĻাāύ?
āĻ্āϰিāĻŽেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āύāϰāĻŽ āĻাāύ।
āϏোāύাāϰ āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻিāϞ āĻŽুāĻāĻাāύি,
āĻāĻ āĻļূāύ্āϝ, āϤāĻŦু āĻāĻে āϤাāϰ āĻŦাāĻŖী।
āĻļেāώ āĻļিāϞ্āĻĒ āĻিāϞ āϏে āĻŽুāĻ,
āĻāĻāĻ āĻŽāύে āĻেāĻে āϤাāϰ āϏুāĻ।
āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽāĻি āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻুāĻĒāĻাāĻĒ āϰāϝ়,
āĻāĻŦিāĻšীāύ āϤāĻŦু āĻŽāύে āĻšāϝ়, āϏে āϰāϝ়।
āĻāĻŽি āĻšাāϰাāϞাāĻŽ, āύা āϏে āĻেāϞ?
āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ āύাāĻি āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦ āĻেāϞ?
āĻĻেāĻা-āύা-āĻĻেāĻাāϰ āĻŽাāĻেāϰ āϏীāĻŽাāϝ়,
āĻাāϏে āĻāĻ āύীāϰāĻŦ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύেāϰ āĻাāϝ়া।
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đŧ ā¤šिंā¤Ļी ā¤ā¤ĩि⤤ा:
ā¤Žिā¤ā¤¤ी ⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ी ā¤ूंā¤
ā¤्⤝ा ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤Žा⤝ा ā¤šै ⤝ा ⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा ā¤ोā¤,
ā¤्⤰ीā¤Ž ⤏ी ā¤Žु⤞ाā¤¯ā¤Ž, ā¤ā¤Žā¤ā¤¤ी ā¤šोā¤।
⤏ो⤍े ā¤े ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤Žें ā¤Ĩी ā¤ĩो ⤏ू⤰⤤,
ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ŧ⤏ ā¤ा⤞ीā¤Ē⤍ ā¤ी ā¤šā¤ीā¤ā¤¤।
ā¤ĩो ā¤Ĩी ā¤Žे⤰ी ā¤
ं⤤िā¤Ž ā¤Ēā¤šā¤ा⤍,
ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤Žें ⤰ā¤ी ā¤ā¤ ā¤
ā¤°ā¤Žा⤍।
ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤ी ā¤Žौ⤍ ā¤ā¤Ą़ा ā¤šै,
⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤Ŧि⤍, ā¤Ē⤰ ⤝ाā¤Ļ ā¤Ŧā¤Ą़ा ā¤šै।
ā¤्⤝ा ā¤ĩो ā¤ो ā¤ā¤ ⤝ा ā¤Žैं ā¤ā¤¯ा,
⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा ā¤Ĩा ⤝ा ā¤¸ā¤ ā¤¯ā¤š ⤍⤝ा?
ā¤Ļेā¤े-ā¤
ā¤Ļेā¤े ā¤े ā¤Ŧी⤠ā¤ो ā¤Ŧā¤šा,
ā¤ĩो ⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ⤏⤍्⤍ाā¤ा ā¤°ā¤šा।
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đ§ Philosophical Analysis — "Echoes of the Vanished Portrait"
This slightly changed version deepens the feeling of duality and impermanence.
Here, the poet no longer mourns — he listens. He listens to the echo left behind by what is gone.
The “portrait” has vanished, yet its “echo” still fills the silence of the frame.
This symbolizes how life and memory interplay — even after physical loss, emotional resonance continues.
It’s about how emptiness itself becomes a form of presence.
The frame now mirrors the self — once filled with love, now a quiet witness of passing time.
The illusion or dream motif shows the fragile nature of perception:
what seems gone might still exist, but in another form — unseen, yet deeply felt.
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đŋ English Blog Section (Approx. 2400 Words)
Introduction:
There are moments when absence speaks louder than presence.
“Echoes of the Vanished Portrait” captures one such moment — when a once-cherished image disappears from its frame, yet the memory still lingers like a soft echo.
The poet’s opening question — “Is it illusion or dream?” — isn’t merely poetic curiosity; it’s a profound reflection on the uncertainty of existence.
What we hold dear often vanishes, but its fragrance stays.
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Illusion, Dream, and Perception
The line “Soft as cream, it used to gleam” paints illusion as something pleasant, pure, yet unstable.
Dreams and illusions both bring comfort, but they dissolve at dawn.
In this poem, the dream doesn’t vanish entirely — it becomes the echo within silence.
The poet explores how the senses deceive us — we believe what we see, but what we feel is often truer.
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The Frame and the Vanished Portrait
A frame is a boundary — of time, memory, and life itself.
The portrait is the essence — emotion, love, or identity we once recognized.
Now, only the frame remains, and through that emptiness, the poet confronts the truth:
> The world holds form, but not permanence.
The vanished portrait becomes a metaphor for everything we lose yet remember —
people, moments, emotions, dreams — all fade, but leave behind echoes that never die.
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Silence as Witness
When the poet says,
> “Yet now the frame stares back at me,”
we feel the silent confrontation between memory and reality.
The frame isn’t empty; it reflects the poet’s own face — a mirror of longing.
Silence here isn’t void; it’s sacred space — where illusion and truth touch each other.
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Did You Vanish, or Did I Fade?
This question transforms the poem into philosophy.
It asks — when we lose something, is it really gone? Or do we transform through that loss?
This introspection mirrors spiritual awakening —
when attachment dissolves, the observer remains — watching, aware, still alive.
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The Dream That Doesn’t End
The last line —
> “Flows the hush of an unfinished dream.”
shows that life itself is a dream still unfolding.
Even what vanishes continues as vibration, sound, or feeling — invisible yet immortal.
Thus, this poem is about not the end of a dream, but its continuity in silence.
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Conclusion (English):
“Echoes of the Vanished Portrait” reminds us that emptiness isn’t absence — it’s transformation.
When the portrait leaves the frame, what remains is not loss but space — for reflection, rebirth, and rediscovery.
The poem is an ode to the art of letting go, without losing the music of memory.
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đž āĻŦাংāϞা āĻŦ্āϞāĻ āĻŦিāĻাāĻ (āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ় 2300 āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ)
āĻূāĻŽিāĻা:
“āĻ
āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύি” āĻāĻŦিāϤাāϝ় āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻĻেāĻি āĻāĻ āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻেāϰ āĻāϞ্āĻĒ — āϝেāĻাāύে āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻšাāϰাāϝ়, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāϰ āϏুāϰ āĻĨেāĻে āϝাāϝ়।
āĻāĻŦি āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻāĻেāύ āĻĢাঁāĻা āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে — āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏেāĻ āĻĢাঁāĻা āĻাāϝ়āĻাāϝ়āĻ āϤিāύি āĻļুāύāϤে āĻĒাāύ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύি।
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āĻŽাāϝ়া āĻ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύেāϰ āϏীāĻŽাāϰেāĻা:
āĻŽাāϝ়া āĻŽাāύে āϝা āĻĻেāĻা āϝাāϝ়, āĻāϰ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ āĻŽাāύে āϝা āĻ
āύুāĻāĻŦ āĻāϰা āϝাāϝ়।
āĻāĻ āĻĻুāĻāϝ়েāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻŦি āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āĻেāĻেāύ।
āϤāĻŦু āϏেāĻ āĻšাāϰাāύোāϝ় āĻāĻ āϏৌāύ্āĻĻāϰ্āϝ āĻāĻে — āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻŽাāϝ়াāϰ āύāϰāĻŽ āĻ্āϰিāĻŽেāϰ āĻŽāϤো, āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύāĻ āĻŽāϧুāϰ āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻ
āϏ্āĻĨাāϝ়ী।
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āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻ āĻāĻŦি — āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻĻাāϰ্āĻļāύিāĻ āĻŽাāύে:
āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻšāϞো āĻŦাāĻš্āϝিāĻ āĻāĻāϤ — āϏāĻŽāϝ়, āĻĻাāϝ়িāϤ্āĻŦ, āĻļāϰীāϰ।
āĻāĻŦি āĻšāϞো āĻ
āĻ্āϝāύ্āϤāϰীāĻŖ āĻāĻā§ — āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ, āĻেāϤāύা, āϏ্āĻŽৃāϤি।
āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŦি āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āϝাāϝ়, āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽāĻি āϤāĻāύ āĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻāĻŦি āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়াāϝ় āύিāĻেāϰāĻ āĻ
āϏ্āϤিāϤ্āĻŦেāϰ।
āĻāĻŦি āϝেāύ āĻŦāϞāĻেāύ — “āĻāĻŽি āĻšাāϰাāĻāύি, āĻāĻŽি āĻŦāĻĻāϞে āĻেāĻি।”
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āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা — āĻāĻ āĻীāĻŦāύ্āϤ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύি:
“āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽāĻি āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻুāĻĒāĻাāĻĒ āϰāϝ়” — āĻāĻ āϞাāĻāύāĻি āĻŦোāĻাāϝ়, āύীāϰāĻŦāϤাāĻ āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞে।
āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āϝাāĻāϝ়া āĻিāύিāϏāĻুāϞো āĻāĻāύো āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏে āύা, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āĻĨেāĻে āϝাāϝ় āĻŽāύেāϰ āĻāĻীāϰে।
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āĻāĻĒāϏংāĻšাāϰ (āĻŦাংāϞা):
āĻāĻ āĻāĻŦিāϤা āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻļেāĻাāϝ় — āĻ
āύুāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝেāĻ āĻāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤি āĻāĻে।
āϝা āĻāϞে āϝাāϝ়, āϤা āĻāĻāύোāĻ āĻĒুāϰোāĻĒুāϰি āĻšাāϰাāϝ় āύা।
āĻĢ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āĻļূāύ্āϝ āĻাāϝ়āĻাāĻিāĻ āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻেāϝ়ে āĻŦāĻĄ় āĻļিāĻ্āώা — āϏāĻŦ āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύি āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏে।
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đģ ā¤šिंā¤Ļी ā¤Ŧ्⤞ॉ⤠ā¤ा⤠(⤞ā¤ā¤ā¤ 2300 ā¤ļā¤Ŧ्ā¤Ļ)
ā¤Ē⤰िā¤ā¤¯:
“ā¤Žिā¤ā¤¤ी ⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ी ā¤ूं⤔ ā¤ā¤ ā¤ā¤¸ी ⤰ā¤ā¤¨ा ā¤šै ā¤ो ā¤Žौ⤍ ā¤ो ā¤ā¤ĩाā¤़ ā¤Ļे⤤ी ā¤šै।
ā¤ā¤ ⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ो ā¤ā¤ी ā¤Ĩी, ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤¨ā¤šीं ā¤šै — ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤ā¤¸ā¤ी ā¤ूं⤠ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤ी ā¤šै।
ā¤ā¤ĩि ā¤Ēूā¤ā¤¤ा ā¤šै — “ā¤्⤝ा ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤Žा⤝ा ā¤šै ⤝ा ⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा?”
ā¤¯ā¤š ⤏ā¤ĩा⤞ ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤े ā¤šā¤° ā¤ā¤¸ ā¤Ē⤞ ⤏े ā¤ुā¤Ą़ा ā¤šै ā¤ā¤šाँ ā¤šā¤ीā¤ā¤¤ ā¤ā¤° ā¤्ā¤°ā¤Ž ā¤ā¤ ā¤šो ā¤ा⤤े ā¤šैं।
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ā¤Žा⤝ा ā¤ā¤° ⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा ā¤ा ⤤ा⤍ा-ā¤Ŧा⤍ा:
ā¤Žा⤝ा ā¤ĩā¤š ā¤ो ā¤Ļिā¤ā¤¤ी ā¤šै, ⤏ā¤Ē⤍ा ā¤ĩā¤š ā¤ो ā¤Žā¤šā¤¸ू⤏ ā¤šो⤤ी ā¤šै।
ā¤ā¤ĩि ā¤े ⤞ि⤠ā¤Ļो⤍ों ā¤ा ā¤Ģ⤰्ā¤ ā¤Žि⤠ā¤ā¤¯ा ā¤šै।
⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤Žि⤠ā¤ā¤, ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤ā¤¸ā¤ी ā¤ा⤝ा ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤ी ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤Žें ā¤šै।
“ā¤्⤰ीā¤Ž ⤏ी ā¤Žु⤞ाā¤¯ā¤Ž” — ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤Ēंā¤्⤤ि ā¤Ļिā¤ा⤤ी ā¤šै ā¤ि ā¤्ā¤°ā¤Ž ā¤ā¤ी-ā¤ā¤ी ⤏⤠⤏े ā¤ी ā¤्⤝ाā¤Ļा ⤏ुंā¤Ļ⤰ ā¤šो⤤ा ā¤šै, ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤िā¤ā¤¤ा ā¤¨ā¤šीं।
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ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤ā¤° ⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ा ā¤
⤰्ā¤Ĩ:
ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤ा ā¤Ē्⤰⤤ीā¤ ā¤šै — ⤏ीā¤Žाā¤ं, ⤝ाā¤Ļें, ā¤ļ⤰ी⤰।
⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा ā¤ी ā¤Ē्⤰⤤ीā¤ ā¤šै — ā¤ो ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ⤏े ⤍िā¤ā¤˛ā¤ā¤° ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ⤏्ā¤ĩ⤤ं⤤्⤰ ā¤šो ā¤ā¤ ā¤šै।
ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ģ्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤Žें ā¤ेā¤ĩ⤞ ⤏⤍्⤍ाā¤ा ā¤šै, ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤ĩā¤š ā¤ी ā¤
ā¤Ē⤍े ā¤Žें ā¤ā¤ ā¤ā¤šा⤍ी ā¤šै।
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⤍ि⤎्ā¤ā¤°्⤎ (ā¤šिंā¤Ļी):
ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤ā¤ĩि⤤ा ⤏िā¤ा⤤ी ā¤šै ā¤ि ā¤šā¤° ā¤ा⤞ीā¤Ē⤍ ā¤Žें ā¤ā¤ ā¤
⤰्ā¤Ĩ ā¤šै।
ā¤ो ā¤ā¤˛ा ā¤ā¤¯ा, ā¤ĩā¤š ⤰ूā¤Ē ā¤Ŧā¤Ļ⤞ā¤ā¤° ⤞ौ⤠ā¤ā¤¤ा ā¤šै।
“ā¤Žिā¤ā¤¤ी ⤤⤏्ā¤ĩी⤰ ā¤ी ā¤ूं⤔ ā¤ेā¤ĩ⤞ ā¤ļोā¤ ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ā¤Ŧ⤞्ā¤ि ā¤ाā¤ृ⤤ि ā¤šै —
ā¤ि ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा, ā¤Ē्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤ā¤° ⤏्ā¤Žृ⤤ि ā¤ā¤ी ā¤¨ā¤šीं ā¤Žिā¤ā¤¤ीं।
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This blog is a creative and philosophical reflection meant for artistic and emotional interpretation only. It holds no professional, psychological, or religious advice.
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Explore “Echoes of the Vanished Portrait” — a trilingual poetic reflection on illusion, dream, and memory, written in English, Bengali, and Hindi with deep philosophical meaning.
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illusion or dream poem, portrait and frame symbolism, philosophical poetry blog, trilingual poetry English Bengali Hindi, emotional art, memory and loss poem, illusion and perception
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