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An Epic  About  Epic Incidences.


He :
The poet~
Whose intense gaze
Once recited such sublime poetry...
Who ,
Once upon a time,
Engraved those unspoken rhymes and syllables
Unto the  naked skin...
Of her soul.
Her :
The Poet's Lover~
Who,
Until this day...
Bears those recitals.
The art that was carried out
With determined strokes
That carved prominent scars
That would remain- uninterrupted and pristine.
Only to become ...
The sole bearer~
A Talisman
Of a testament of their  Love;
That which ,
Could not be swept away by
Monstrous hurricane
Or,
Get buried under desert storms.


And,
If the lovers do perish...
The Sun
Who brings Life,
Under Whom
Nothing remains hidden;
Would testify,
If He ever is needed
To defend the honour
Of that Love.
For,
He witnessed
A serendipity~
That unfolded with genuine spontaneity
That resulted in  this flow of
An intimate dialogue...
Between,
Two wandering souls.
Whose words kept their respect
Towards a profound Silence.
For,
Any kind of interruption,
Would have been an insult,
To that kind of a scene
That demanded to be
Left alone~
In a pristine state of
Ecstacy
And
Harmony.


However,
The Sun could not resist
His vibrant smile at this juncture,
Acknowledging and recognising
The warmth...
That grew in the lovers' hearts;
The same warmth
That He emitted.
So,
He smiled.
He was given away
From his hiding  place
Which broke The Silence
And the lovers were summoned
Back to their physical state...
Which were left transformed
For,
They  had experienced
An Eternity in a moment~
A perfect synchronisation.


(And,
As it occurred...
The lovers
Would give birth
To a unique dimension
That would incept as a love-child,
Resulting  from their divine intercourse
They got involved in.
Which,
Until this very day ~
Has not been given a name
And,
Even if this offspring has been conceived;
It was never expected by both of them.)



The  Sun finally appeared
Which,
Caught them off-guard.
And,
Had their cheeks turn
Marshmallow pink
As they gradually descended
From the elevated state,
Where their souls
Forever desired to remain~
Locked away
In such sweet Heaven .
Where,
They would choose to be happily forgotten.
Because then,
The poet could keep delivering
His Epic recitals,
Which were like the  Eternity...
Yet,
Delivered in such brevity...
Using Magical prose~
Beautiful and compete,
Like that of a moment.
Nevertheless,
Profound.
Which,
 His lover would never grow tired of
For,
She  admired them verses so much
That her soul desired
To be engraved upon ~
Syllable to syllable,
As a gesture of reciprocation
Of the same Love~
That overflowed from his Cup.
And,
That~
He,
The Poet delivered with his whole heart.

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(Many words could be uttered.
Yet,
Mistranslated, miscommunicated,
Misunderstood or misread.
But,
How could such poetry be lies
Which were told by those tranquil eyes?
Told without using words.
For,
Words could betray.


"Was all of it  real after all ?"


The Poet's Lover wondered...
For,
They were separated now
By thousands of miles...
And countries ...
And seas... )


And,
Now that she was separated from her beloved...
The seasons kept changing
Without a care or concern
For the pain that she felt
In the depths of her heart,
That seemed to have
Made a home there~
Not an ideal home
For,
It only tasted despair.
She feared and constantly doubted
But,
She laughed at her own
Fears and doubts.
Nevertheless,faced them...
 Even with frail strength,
For,
The cane of separation
Beat her will ~
In a severe attempt
To disfigure it with each passing day
But,
Never succeeded to break her Belief.
Because,
She loved him dearly
And, more than Life itself.

But,
On these woeful  days...
She lets her bizaare mind wonder
For,
She was holding on a slippery rope
To Salvation~
Because,
On days like that,
She managed to brighten herself up
Feeling grateful
That,
At the least,
Her brains had not given up on her yet
For,
They asked these questions
Out of curiosity
And,
Hoped that it would bring about some clarity.
For,
The Truth is the ideal Victor each time.

So,
Yet again...
The Poet's Lover asks herself,
(Even though her eyes glistened
With salt waters...
But,
Her lips spread into a smile
For,
Her hope was re-born each time..
With this question.
While,
She braced herself for whatever the outcome.
Because,
She could not cheat herself...
And thus,
She goes ahead and asks this question :


"Was it real, after all?")


And,
Stealthily ...
From the depths of her heart,
A voice spoke~
Narrating her favourite tale.
But...
She did not know what she will find...
For,
Each time, The story transforms~
This was a voice she trusted.
For,
Whoever this is...
Was guided by Angels;
Who,
Was still a whole ~
Clearer in thoughts
Unlike ,this sorrowful soul
Who is now...
Fragmented,
Broken to bits
By the cruelty of Life.



The voice spoke :


"Once upon a time
Even...
The Heavenly bodies blushed,
Who,
Having eavesdropped on the verses
That,
Flowed like the River ~
In rhythmic paces
From those truthful eyes
Of her Beloved Poet,
Who,
Did not harbour even a tint of malice;
That,
His emotions so ~ raw and  uncorrupt.
Unlike  words,
Which,
Could potentially be corrupted-
Once uttered.
The Unspoken poetry~
Delivered so confidently,
Aimed to break down
The walls that  she  had built,
For,
She feared that she would be deceived...
As it often happened ,
With naive souls like her~
She,
Who believed everything.


But to her amazement,
The walls came tumbling down.
As her beloved Poet started to strip
Her  vulnerable  soul,
His gaze fixed upon
All the intricate details.
With kindness and care,
He preceded...
He,
Who~
Became the Beloved and
She,
Who became his Lover.
For,
The Beloved attempted to engrave
Each rhyme perfectly,
Syllable after syllable~
Taking each step with sincerity
Unto the clean expanse of his Lover's soul.

He,
Who proved himself
To be a fine craftsman,
Whose passion was  enough
To make her blush
Yet,
Was not someone who showed impatience,
He,
Who surprised her with
His inner depth and intellect;
Who maintained calm throughout
Like a surgeon in action.
He,
Who assured her...
With the firmness
He delivered each verse;
Moulding  the letters
With finesse and grace
That,
The bearer of the poem,
She,
Whose soul was now
Adorned from head to toe~
In Love...By Love.
She,
Who stood in all glory
Became...
A masterpiece;
Emitting a divine glow.
Emitted from her beloved,
Such as the Moon glows
As a reflection of the Sun.
The poet stood there,
In awe of his own creation~
(That was in fact,
A reflection of his own soul.)
Momentarily forgetting
That...
She,
The masterpiece~
Was only a reflection of himself.



The artist...
Stood in silence ...
Falling in love with his own reflection.
For,
That was the first time...
That he ever saw his reflection
In such clarity...
That however,
Was cloaked in disguise.
Even then,
Not realising that...
What he saw ~
Was himself in reflection.
But,
The mirror too loved him back.
For,
Her soul was clean like
That of a serene pond.
For,
When the Poet shed his light
Unto her...
Like the Sun would unto the Moon,
What was also revealed was that
She was just like him too.
And,
Would've never been discovered
If His light never fell on her.
For,
They were the Sun and the Moon~
He~
The Sun
And,
She~
The Moon.
At that time,
Both were foreign to this knowledge.
For,
Their union was unexpected...
Which,
Did not make any sense then.
However,
When  hit with this revelation,
He,
The Beloved...
Held his Lover in warm embrace.
For,
He was overwhelmed
That she let him touch her soul
In such a way that gave him the liberty
To express his spilling Love,
That poured from those twinkling eyes.
That love,
Which overflowed from his Cup~
That beautiful Love  that needed to be shared.
And,
She opened her soul to receive that Love,
Even though she trembled at his touch

Because,
When their eyes met...
And,
His Light reached her...
She felt a lighting strike within her
That ignited a strange Fire.
A Fire,
That lifted up her dark world
And,
Led her to trust the Poet with her soul.
She,
Whose soul was a virgin...
Became his canvas
Who,
Offered herself
To him,
Who was an innate artist.
Thus,



She,

The Lover~

Embellished in his verses

Who,

Became...

Firstly,

A Masterpiece

And then,

Became...

A Talisman.

In which,

The Artist's beautiful reflection

Was captured ,

For...

The simple reason that ~

One could never look at the Sun directly...

Which was fairly the case with the Poet as well.

Thus,

In his Lover, he saw his beauty ...

Glowing celestially ...

Gazing back at him with

Gratitude & Love ;

Devotion  & Admiration,

For,

The Lover and the Beloved ~

Became ONE .

For,

The Poet was successful

At emitting his Light & Love

Unto...

His lover~

Who,

Also gave him the liberty to do so.

And,

The Poet's Masterpiece

Revealed ...

The beauty in both ~

The Lover & the Beloved .

And,

That sacred Force ...

Which cannot be seen by the naked eyes

Was experienced  within the eternity of a moment,

While...

All the celestial beings stayed awake to witness

The Magic.

That  transcends all things material.

And,

Dissolves logic ...

Which even makes Time irrelevant.

That...

Exists in an intangible space,

Even in Void~

That  only defines its presence

Through the absence.
                                                                         
An essential Truth

Revealed to the Lovers,

Which cannot be denied

Regardless of ~

Tangible proofs.

However,

When the Ultimate Creator reveals something

Of this intensity...

It is definitely for a Divine purpose

That,

Only the Most Divine would unfold in time.

But,

The point of this Revelation is ~

To remind us of the Truth & Beauty

Of this entire Existence.

Which is why...

These lovers were chosen ~

Whose hearts were clean enough

To reflect  and reveal

The Beauty in each other.

So that...

They could realise

How truly Divine they are ...

And also,

To remind them that all is inter-related

                        &

                  Inter-connected.

Also,

To become tangible proofs and carriers

Of this Sacred knowledge...

To be imparted to those who seek Truth & Beauty.

And,

To serve as pioneers of Love.

Because,

Love is The Purpose of this Existence.

Because,

Love is the Core of it all ~

That holds everything together.

Without which,


EVERYTHING will fall apart ...

And,

Existence will perish ~

Where...

All will become nothing.

Therefore,

It is the Ultimate Creator's 'JEHAD' ~

Using 'Love' as the Ultimate Weapon

To fight anything and everything

That threatens this Existence.

And,

The Poet & his Beloved

Were chosen for this Holy War

For,

The Creator observed the same

Goodness & Love in their hearts ~

Who would make good warriors :

For,

They were ~

The Warriors of Light.


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The wind too witnessed this and chuckled.
He chuckled because,
He was amused by this rendezvous.
As,
The Ultimate Creator
Was caught at his Brilliance
Which even the Wind took for granted.
The Wind was as ancient as Time and as wise.
But,
This spectacle was,
Once again,
A reminder of how mysterious
The Ultimate Creator truly is;
"Who",
 Is the One true Alchemist:
The One,
Who gets all his elements right ~
In order to create & sustain beautiful things...
And,
Who
Manages to surprise even the ancient old Wind.


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(The lovers' forgetfulness was apparent,
Who were oblivious to -
Everything else...
And,
Have not the slightest idea
That even the other celestial beings
Were all smiles,
Enjoying this ballad choreographed,
As a treat for them by
The Ultimate Creator...
For,
They most definitely deserved such treats.
For,
They have been The Creator's long standing companions.)


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Completely and absolutely
Captivated
And...
Lost in each other...
The artist and his companion
Retained all  their love
Within  the once hollowed
Spaces of their souls,
Where,
Their mutual love grew...
 Between them...
A garden,
From their freshly nourished souls;
Where,
Flora of different hues and fragrances
Started to bloom
In a Heaven of their everlasting Spring.


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However,
A game of 'hide-and-seek'
Came to end before time
Because,
The Sun too broke into a glee.
When now,
They felt inseparable,
Which came as a blow
For,
When this moment
Had come to pass,
As...
They were forcefully awoken
Unexpectedly and abruptly;
Teleporting them and bringing them back
To the original host dimension,
Where ,
Their physical bodies met for the very first time,
Where,
 They could've taken a zillion different paths.
The destination ceased to matter
After the point where their eyes met...
Where ;
All the lights went RED,
Which halted their steps.


And,
Together~ they took the high road
When the lights signalled GREEN.
(The destination had lost its meaning)
For,
The destiny turns out  a journey instead...
For,
They had no definite idea where they were going
Neither did they care,
As long as they could stay there~
In that garden,
Where,
They were truly free~
Where,
The profound Silence
Did neither  haunt
Nor deafen them.
Instead,
Was given the deserved respect .
Them ~
The Lover & the Beloved
Used this Silence to  listen to the Unspoken~
And,
That is how the lover heard her beloved's verses~
For,
They swam from the depth of his heart.
Where...
His beautiful brown eyes
Contained them when they emerged...
For,
His heart was seeking for the one~
Who,
Could hear the song of his heart~
Which would be mute to others.
The Poet  had waited for his lover,
Whoever it maybe.
And,
On that fateful night...
The wait came to an end~
For the both of them.
For,
The Poet took a leap of faith
Even though,
He was not aware completely.
Of course,
She had not the slightest clue either.
Yet,
Their paths crossed
And,
Their steps halted exactly next to each other's
As if,
That was the most natural thing in the world;
For,
They met right in the centre of two different Dimensions~
Not a step ahead and not a step behind.


However,
They were naive.
For,
They ignored each other at first
But,
All Hell broke loose once their eyes met.
That's when the signal went RED.
Both teleported beyond their physical world,
Which,
They  had nonchalantly
Ignored with reckless abandon.
They would've forgotten about everything else,
Completely...
If  the Sun had stayed hidden behind them clouds.
For,
The Ultimate Creator...
Never does anything without purpose.
Since their union was profound
Which,
Was appropriate only for such a force
Like the Sun to interrupt ...
For,
It became a requirement.
For them to be brought back...
Back to where their physical bodies
Waited for them...
Tired  and worn out
For,
The physical being is more limited
And,
Could not match the enthusiasm of the spirits.


And therefore,
The lovers were brought back to-
A state of Awakening,
Which felt odd
After such a  surreal experience.
Both smiled,
For,
They realised...
They were  brave souls
Who,
Trusted  each other enough
To reveal themselves ~
To each other.


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And now that they had
Enjoyed the drink from the same Cup~
The Cup of Love.
Which,
Married them in an Eternal bond.
For,
The drink was an elixir.
The spiritual marriage was consummated...
Without them realising it.
It was an act of divine love-making
Which,
Was performed unabashedly.
For,
They loved deeply and
So very truly~
Following their hearts.
For,
There was no time to contemplate
But,
'To Be'~
In that moment together.
For,
Nothing ever dared disrupt such synchronicity ~
Not even their logical brains .
So they were
Let to be left alone~
In their garden of their hearts
Where they took refuge,
In isolation.
That,
Which separated them from all
Even though, remaining present with all.
In that common space -
They found solace
In that garden of Love,
With each other's hearts
That,
Played new songs...
Conducting a joint orchestra
That,
Produced unique chords~
Born from unexplored territories,
Which,
Were now discovered ...
And were let wild subtly,
Which were unchattered horizons~
Which did not seem like they ever existed
Until...
They met each other.





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And,
The Beloved grew so wary...
That ~
She  nearly fell into a deep slumber.
For,
The voice had come back
More fierce than ever before~
That...
Mostly answered her question.
However,
She felt drained...
For,
The Voice took over her body ~
To be able to deliver her answers...
The Beloved had physically exhausted herself
During this attempt.
 


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And,
Before she could ask another question...
She decided to retire from this bizarre activity .
For,
She needed some good rest and some good sleep.
Thus,
Comes to an end ~
Of this session .
Even though her tired mind ...
Is never tired of questions.
For,
Those questions are reserved for another round.
Which is why ....
She,
The Beloved ~
Here...
Bids Adieu ~




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