A tale of tragedy

Date : 8 January,2009
Time : 5:00 in evening , but it's already dark in my room

A terrible headache is troubling me.An hour passes and I am still tossing in bed.Now, headache is leading to disillusionment and random thoughts.So,this picture emerges in front of my eyes,and for a moment I wish I could paint.But I could only write.So, I grope in darkness to find some paper and pen.Not in a situation to reach out for the switch to turn on the light,I start scribbling in darkness.


1)It's a fateful full moon night,
when two lovers were to meet,
but here he is,with his sword in his hand
his face expressionless,
eyes carrying a hint of deceit.

a morbid silence envelopes the place
which helplessly heard her wails of pain
for he won't stop,till her agony died down
so he stabbed her again and again.

Now,her lifeless figure lies in disbelief

her breath is gone,
"Dead",he whispers to the breeze,
his face expressionless as stone

The moon still looks bright
oblivious to what just took place,
it gleams in romance
between the dead figure and the expressionless face


A cool zephyr blows
playing with the locks of her golden hair
over the once-lovely face
now pale with death,no,betrayal.
2)He was the handsomest of handsomes,
and lovely maidens fainted on his sight
fearless he was, his mention only
would make enemies tremble in fright

She was a moon, a beautiful dream
and her smile was like crack of dawn
a painter's imagination, she was,
across miles,
her beauty would make peoeple moan

It was another full moon night.
when their eyes met
and their hearts were lost
they could not be together
as rivalry grew in their bloodline
so he had promised,"We'd elope"

3)As he lingers to gaze at the dead beauty,
who lies in her own pool of blood
she breathes again,fighting with death
just to utter these fateful words

"what hath I done,
to deserve this,
I refuse to die

I refuse to die,
unless you tell me,
your love was a lie"



Nervous he is ,
a drop of sweat,on his brow,shines,
he steps back in utmost fear
and disappears in the dark of night.

Every full moon night,
she breathes back to life
and you can talk to her and she'd say

"I died long back in his hands,
its a wait that keeps me alive,
he keeps coming back and kills me everytime,
but I refuse to die,
I refuse to die,
unless he tells me his love was a lie".

It took so long to publish this poem because I was never satisfied with it.I still am not.I had to compromise with the beauty of picture to keep poem intact and I had to compromise with the beauty of poem to keep picture intact.The picture,if you talk about,carried a loads of emotions.The dying princess's face could make hearts bleed and the knight's face was so expressionless, that it hid perfectly another enduring tale,and the moon,the lone witness,I still am clueless how to put it in words.