In the memory of Anarkali

O’ Anarkali………

What were you thinking when the walls were going up?

When the darkness swallowed the light of love,

and your beautiful eyes sparkled for the very last time.

What were you thinking when the walls were going up?

Were you thinking of love?

Love which was never yours to keep,

and love which was never yours to dream.

Love which kills and devastates,

and love which sears and numbs.

Or were you thinking of death?

Death, which the old welcome and the young abhor,

and death, which is never romantic, only ugly.

Death, which brings along grey obscurity,

and death, which shrouds the unknown from the known.

O’ Anarkali………

What were you thinking when the walls were going up?

Did you count the heavy stones and each stroke of the master mason?

Or did you close your eyes in desperate misery?

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

Or of the Emperor’s cold cruelty and justice slapping your fate?

O’ Anarkali………

What were you thinking when the walls were going up?

Were you silent in abject submission and humility,

your silence weaving a thousand screams.

Or were you crying hoarse in anger and frustration,

your anger raising a thousand storms.

O’ Anarkali………

What were you thinking when the walls were going up?

Now, there you are lying beneath the cold marble slabs,

quite oblivious to the concepts of love and death.

And, here I am thinking and thinking and thinking,

about love, death and Anarkali.

3 thoughts on “In the memory of Anarkali

  1. Pingback: In the memory of Anarkali | shehryar khawar

  2. 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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