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 soul across the rough terrain
Into the forests of the Aravallis again?
Did he carry her pearls close to his heart,
Or leave it behind in a box, carelessly scattered?
Answers she sought to questions never asked
Only if her mind was as brave as her heart.
The quilt was wet, but with teardrops and muffled screams
The ink lay forgotten, just like her dreams.
The first ray of the sun touched the Taj in crimson red,
Reminding her of vermillion and blood,
One for life, another for death
One that took him away,
Another that cursed her to stay.
~ Suranya
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