In the Memory of Anarkali

O’ Anarkali!

What were you thinking when the high walls were going up;

and your stout heart filled with love, became a broken cup?

Darkness – rising and swallowing whole, the light of all love,

the dream – crushed and wounded, a whimpering white dove

 

 

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Were you thinking of your noble sacrifice on the high altar;

becoming a true legend, and your feet didn’t even falter?

It was a forfeit true, but made at the highest of all prices;

it was never treasured, being counted amongst your vices

 

 

Were you thinking of your broken life and your sad dreams;

your parched throat, filled with millions of silent screams?

Love was never yours in the first place, never yours to cherish;

yours was a beautiful life indeed, but doomed to finally perish

 

 

Or were you thinking of death, an unimaginable possibility;

and death, which though romanced, it brings along obscurity?

Your life was so marvellous, but it was marked by fragility;

you were true but in your intentions, they found an impurity

 

 

O’ Anarkali!

Did you hear them pass orders – to hurry and to hasten?

Did you count them – each stroke of the master mason?

Perhaps you sealed your ears and shut your eyes in despair;

forgetting your tears, gulping at the rapidly vanishing air

 

 

Did you think of the Prince’s embrace and his lips on yours?

Or the old Emperor’s cold cruelty, which closed all doors?

Perhaps you were rendered silent and helpless by fate;

she always guards it, the fulfilment of desires, the high gate

 

 

O’ Anarkali!

There you are at rest, lying silently in your cold marble grave;

oblivious to love or loss, but still remembered as the brave

Here I am, reflecting on your life and how you met your end;

I know what is love and I know what is loss, that I just pretend

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  1. hear I today, him; a distant hark,
    rousing me, he; from slumber etern-us,
    tousling my dreams, mine lover’s embrace,
    harkens me, he, to make all known,
    what transpired, when they put me here, behind the wall !!!
    wail did i, sky did fall, earth sunder, day bleed crimson,
    terror sounding, pulses whimpering, mind fleece over, misted eyes, heart burst open,
    wallow did i, transfixed
    wilt over then, die…….
    the only truth however is but one,
    my sleep beckons till time is undone,
    hurriedly, i say of thee,
    his blinding smile, his soul rent,
    his eyes, a tear, i saw,
    as i see them now, they beckon me over……

    Anarkalyy.

    (apologies, i cannot compare to thine, yet, here’s to the maestro’s light….. a feeble sputtering flame)

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