By an ancient river meandering through an old city
Every once in a while
Wandering souls will pause,
In a timeless moment of togetherness.
There, floating on the wind,
Moments from centuries ago
Whisper in willing ears
The story of a king mourning his love.
Every once in a while
Wandering souls will pause,
In a timeless moment of togetherness.
There, floating on the wind,
Moments from centuries ago
Whisper in willing ears
The story of a king mourning his love.
34 comments:
the thoughts are as immortal as the monument!
"The story of a king mourning his love." oohhh i liked that very much
Such a beautiful poem.
Thats a perfect piece of poetic justice to the monument of love.A lovely poem indeed...
Anil: Lovely photo, very well captured.
So many different ways to capture the beauty and wonder of the Taj!
The last line of the poem left me with the deep thought....a vaccum too
nicely written
Thanks for sharing dear
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Cheers
An ethereal shot of the great monument!
Kaustub: Thanks.
Kenju: Thank you.
Anan: Thanks. Like you implied, it is a monument to sentiment, and value.
Fishing Guy: Thanks.
Shantanu: Thanks.
Dawn: Thanks.
Indicaspecies: It's as imposing as it is alluring.
It's impossible to be cynical about the Taj Mahal..
A whisper that in part
tugs at your heart...
nicely done :)
very beautifully worded! :)
nice....
what a wonderful tribute to a wonderful monument
lakshmi
As always, you've captured a magical atmosphere with your words.
Neha Vish: True for, it is just as difficult to be cynical of human emotion. Taj Mahal is but a sentiment.
Muse: Thank you :)
Amit: Thanks.
Backpakker: Thank you.
Line: Thank you, it's a pleasure to have you share in the experience.
nice poem! I love your style of photography - you seem to notice the beauty in such everyday, simple things that it tells me that you're probably a deep person. btw, thanks for leaving a comment on my blog :)
Kavita: Thank you. Nothing deep as such, but yes, there're beauty to be had in the little things in life, maybe there's more of the little things than the big ones.
A beautiful picture capturing the ephemeral quality of love itself, frozen in a monument.
And such beautiful words mourning the loss of that love.
Anil, here's the answer to my question. You are a poet! Another lovely poem and just the right image to illustrate it. Your poetry is very lyrical.
Neat picture and poem!
Question, though: If the wind is whispering, wouldn't there be "whispers" in willing ears and not a mere single whisper?
Raji Muthukrishnan: Thank you. If only it were not so ephemeral!
Sarah Laurence: This coming from you I need to wonder seriously if I'm one. Maybe am an occasional poet for it does not come to me easily :)
Thank you.
Ari Herzog: Thank you. It's not the wind that whispers, but moments which whisper.
Occasional or not, I feel you have the gift of poetry. Those lines are beautiful by virtue of their depth of feeling - and creating the mournful atmosphere of loss.
Raji Muthukrishnan: Thanks for the faith. It's indeed a pleasure to know my words strike a chord.
gr8 blog due...hats off to you...but just a suggestion, i think u should try n limit the no of blogs being displayed in the main page coz it took an awful lot of time to finish...
an amazing ever lasting tribute of love... amazing king!
Just gorgeous!
ansuon se nadi banaun, jamuna naam doon usse
aahon ka ek makbara khada karoon, kinare uske
aur intezaar karoon, waqt ke gujarne ka
jab woh ayegi, darwaje mere
lovely picture... but lovelier words! very well expressed...
Vac Digital: Thanks. Kept them on to facilitate easy scroll through posts.
Marita: Thanks. Quite a monument indeed.
Seamus: Thanks.
Adi: :)
Dreammaker: Thank you.
you have a lovely way observing the world and putting it into words
Drips of Paint: Thank you.
Beautiful picture...beautiful prose!
Lisa B.: Thank you :)
Stunning words for an absolutely beautiful image.
Mrs. French: Thank you.
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