James And Aabha- Gs -1
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James and Aabha
(GS 1)
The sun has dropped in the lap
of Western sky.
The murky moon is spreading
dim light
from top of tower.
The line of horizontal front
silhouetted four figures
of floating beings.
On graveyard's shiny tower
one has pronounced like a seasoned, professional,
and a person of attractive eloquence, "friends of ours silentbower,
now time to rejuvenate and show the mankind a better path of humanness.
Let us discuss with serious
attire the way of the world".
A steam of smoky granite quivers
and a face half asleep, half figured,
out from under the dark hood and
rubbing his eyeless gaze stood
to get back the power of speech.
Halted first and with lack of
vocal cord and the plugging breath,
without nose and throat,
With empty cord,
he pronounced his ghostly speech.
It was his term to discuss
the position that he had played
on the soil of living land.
On being asked he nodded
his fleshless head and uttered,
"I was a preacher and
teacher of music of life,
I loved a damsel mostly
loved by all,
my love was silenced with
wordless expression,
choked my heart and my soul
is out of my corporal frame,
Now time is up from this
resting place,
and I rise to my love again,
for My AABHA, My Love.
Still alive and I will await
her bodiless figure.
She must have been a harbour
of my crazy copied soul
of Romeo,
Spider of my heart's content.
Had I Pronounced my heart,
She might have nodded,
and booked me in her heart.
I was a painted being and
copied not rightfully,
with the foam of my
love laden heart.
She was as a cloudlet and
showered
not on the barren heart of mine,
and remained as a silent watcher
of my funeral pyre.
In a stormy night she sealed
her name
in a far way land and
I drove to naught.
A deep silence reigns
and supremely confident way
he took his own resting place,
burning with rejected pang
of utter foolishness,
under granite floor to revive
again to nullify mean coward's word
of coyness."
A deep panting breath of emptiness
flowed over the jolly graveyard,
and tears invisible from eyeless eye,
flooded the rain soaked land
of upper hill,
A secluded beach of a small brook.
With deep smothering heart
the Leader quoted to the rest,
to watch the coming and going
of the departed souls from grave,
to earth and to grace both the worlds.
"AABHA! must come,
any time she might fly,
And we all should be ready
for nuptial dream of
our beloved James,
taking rest under granite dim,
where he is nurturing
his own unfulfilled dream,
with heartless shallow water,
of tears under nothing to hold"
- quotedthe old one
of these shadowy figures,
Ever watchful of the worlds
between the horizon.
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