Away. In some other world,
Atop. A secluded big hill,
Alone. Stood this grand palace.
An exquisitely beautiful woman,
Stayed alone in that palace,
If it was these times in our world,
we would have termed her Goddess.
Fortunately, it is not these times.
Its about the times when,
Women understood loyalty,
And commitment knew men.
In the bright sunlight that day,
this young traveler was seen.
He looked sharp, proud, tall, lean and
Everything woman would ever dream.
Young man walked towards palace,
he was in awe, completely spell bound.
Felt like walking in one of his dream,
couldn’t believe all he was surrounded.
Mesmerized with what he was seeing,
more beauty than his eyes can behold,
Then it happened, and was the beginning
Of the greatest story never told…
“What do you seek here and which way
do you have to go” asked the countess.
“I wish to go that way, no man ever dared
to go for his woman” replied the man.
Her teeth were lustrous diamonds,
Eyes were glowing emeralds,
The man wanted to tell her,
But there weren’t any words.
“Can you paint for me?” asked the lady,
“painting that is undying and it shimmers”
Thought the man and said “I can”,
“It will be a tribute to you, my woman”
“The worlds to come and lovers to kiss,
must know there once lived,
a woman so charming
and a man so devoted.”
The plan was in place,
and the man was determined.
He would need to climb,
the highest peak of that time
On that peak of mount Saturn,
Lies the magical urn, If he could jump from the peak,
after destroying the urn,
He would die but his love will become eternal.
That night the young man,
Kissed her head and said goodbye.
He will not see his woman again,
But will give her a reason to live by.
Today men and women have changed,
And love is not what it was.
After thousands of years and civilizations,
when men has fought numerous wars…
there is still nothing as surreal as,
kissing your lover under these ‘stars’.
nice and true ...
ReplyDeleteToday men and women have changed,
And love is not what it was....!!!!
Of times when there was just Artist and Muse
ReplyDeleteHe painted and wrote her in different hues
A story well told with Starry views....
To times when o'er love, the artist rues
and lives of both spell just Bemuse
A story well told, of what, in this world, sadly ensues!!
:)
Well Put in sir ji... brilliantly said!!
bhai mera toh ye shoot karne ka mann hogaya...but main use marne nahi dunga...'love is not what it was'....for old times' sake...'love shall be what it Is'....
ReplyDeleteSorry Devesh..i won't comment on this...words will ruin the magnificence...instead i would let silence bestow the highest honour...
ReplyDeletebut there i couldn't just hold back:..Brilliant...the first four paragraphs leave me spellbound... :)
Kudos..!!!..
I loved the starting and was nicely woven. However I don't believe that all old is only gold and nothing today is gold. Despite the fact that I do have serious issues with the direction in which the world is headed, I firmly believe that true love honesty etc etc do exist today as well. Because I believe I'm honest and capable of true love :)
ReplyDeleteLovely! :) Many times, one reads poems which create images in one's mind. These images always come alive at different occasions, and so the image created by STARS will surely come back to me!
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel atop mount saturn, looking at the magical urn!!
I know that men (and women) have changed and love is not what it was. But love has acquired many layers, which "once upon a time" didn't exist... :)