Their Stories

 Amidst the rumbles and ruins, 

Somewhere in that smell of history, 

In her mind's eye, 

Characters came alive again 

Just like reincarnations.

Talking of emotions, 

Fears and flaws 

That was never a part of 

Their battlefield of life 

In the book's history is claimed to be true.

Of Jauhars and Sakas 

That painted the walls soot black, 

Of wars fought for and won; 

Through blood, sweat and courage; 

Of love, in stories immortal, 

Of families standing by each other and not. 

Of the bravest hearts which 

Dreamt the impossible.

They told her tales, 

Of war, love, harmony and dreams; 

Woven in her mind's eye with imagination 

Was now a person waiting for her 

To tell their tales to the world, 

Things beyond the causes, 

That ruined the glorious past 

And turned monuments into bricks 

And their names are immortal.

© Suranya