From The Quill

 The soil of Mewar was mesmerisingly bright  In yellow, red, and green.  Giving the eyes a spectacular sight.  As the June rains arrived Washing the Aravallis in an ocean of beauty,  Beyond the Bhimlat's tranquillity  A fort stood in proximity. The land of Bijoliya. Somewhere in the palace, there  Amidst the bloodshed and might Lived a girl who dared to love,  The bravest the land bore in a long time. Her days would pass in waiting  And nights rereading letters  He had often sent without being discreet.  Words and feelings between the lines  Her hand traced the curves of each letter  As though she felt his fingers entwined. Every evening as dusk settled in  Or the rain blurred the horizon in mist  She stood there, on the highest Jharokha Eyes beyond the plains, far away  Where she could see the silver-lined way. He would one day come galloping down  The dust gave away his presence in brown. The people w...

 The darkness danced in the flickering light,  The music played as the breeze swept by  Dancing around was the water in ripples  And the jasmine cast its aromatic spell. The moon shone through the clouds that night,  Upon the walls of the magnificent marble  Of the golden-roofed palace  And the red stone fort is in sight. The Anguri bagh in fresh sown grapes  The wine cups tinkling, poetry going on till late.  Somewhere in the distance, the bells rang  She dipped her quilt in the bottle of ink and began.  A night of longing and of love,  Of feelings bound and desires cursed. Her soul was restless in search of her heart,  She placed the quill on paper But didn't know where to start. The ink blotted the scented papers blue,  Her words were scattered across the sky  Like the veil of stars shimmering bright. Had her heart travelled far across the land,  Rode on a horseback into his desert homeland? Followed his ...

EVERYTHING GOOD OR BAD ENDS SOMEDAY. SOME SLIP INTO OBLIVION. SOME SERVE AS REMINDERS IN HISTORY. ~ Suranya