Hamin - i - Ast !
Within the silky white Pietra Dura of the Taj
There are some bloodspots..
For ages it is unseen, ignored, forgotten
But the eternity with all its blessings too..
Cannot erase the spot..
The only dark spot of poison!
Through the sluggish dying waters of the Yamuna river..
In nights of storm and lightning
The spots are flashed..
Those medieval bloodspots!
The wet winds often visits to kiss the forgotten spots..
Miles away within the fragmented mosque still are framed the Azaan of a life time and..
The treachury of some courtiers..
Silence reigns only as the royal guest in the Mehmankhana..
In nights of no moon torches lights up at odd hours
Like some royal security guards..
Crossing the Yamuna on the other side is the Burning Ghat..
The flames of the funeral pyres can be seen burning..
Like surrenders of barren laughter!
The winds still carry sounds of some running horse..footsteps..
Is anyone coming?
Or who can come?
Who else?
Or is it you..
You who at last came..here..
The wait of the ages..are now over..
Just through your eyes..
Just by the touch of your eyelids..
You erase away..those bloodspots..
Those nemesis of seven hundred years..
Just by touch..by touch..
The wind says..the wind sways..the wind says..
Hamin -i- Ast
Hamin-i - Ast
Hamin-i - Ast!
Since you have written so many poetic lines on the Taj , you may like to read my Tribute to Taj Mahal in April 2010 Archive ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj
a nice write.