The Tryst

He strode quickly

Through the Bush,by the tree, over pebble and dead wood..
Bending twisting and breaking, his path was no good

All a small barriers than the one to cross he should.
As a test waiting for him was the forest stood.

Dodging, running, jumping as fast as he would
To reach the place he wished he already could

Brimming eagerness was too hard to contain
He smashed through like a rolling stone atop mountain.

He had to cross the river

The overjoyed rocks took a dip in the water when his feet stepped on them
As he tried to reach the hands of a bending stem..

Sprung him into air flexing its branch like a bow
a rustle of happiness the tree made with brotherly Love

The lush riverside grass gently received his feet
Made sure he landed smooth and neat

Just like little lanterns brighten up a street
showing the way flew by him a firefly fleet

Though notorious for being wild
she's still a mother and at heart she is mild
Watching him the forest smiled
As lovingly as a mother to her child..

PART 2

The clouds parted letting out curious moonlight
A flutter of intrigued sparrows halted their flight

Sense of accomplishment and nostalgia pulsed in him
Recovering from the sprint he laid in the dim

Ages seem passed, his memory didn't fade a bit
Recalling memories he caressed the dry log she used to sit

Like a bee in the flower he loves the best
He waited for his sunshine in the dark with zest

Gleefully adorning the beautiful love nest,
The thick woods and hallow winds woke up from rest.

wind blew through the trees clearing the glade
with flowers for her a way he made

Seconds had between them hours to fill
For the restless lover it was hard to be still.

PART 3

To hear the notes of her footsteps his ears were athirst
Still intoxicated since he heard them first

Anxious eyes waited for their mirror
none other has ever shown them so clearer

To indulge in her fragrance longed his nose
When she comes into his arms and he holds her close

No word could dare to give the taste of her lips a name
For they can put best works of honey bees to shame

So smooth warm and soft was her touch
Yet she could send ripple of shock with a nudge

Lost in her were his body and mind
He felt the toughest of his lives knots at once unwind

Lept off reality on wings of dreams
Gliding in imagination, dipping into love's warm beams

Part 4

There is a reason for the desperation
A mix of joy and apprehension

Their subtle fight for liberation
Against divide and discrimination

Surrounded by hostile intimidation
They were pushed to take a big decision

Her father said "he is not our kind.."
For you to choose many noble men lined"

We are the purest after the God
We order and they have to nod

Never you dare to hurt our pride
Never let the devil be your guide

I warn you not to break our stride
You can only be a nobelman's bride"

He dragged her by hair and threw her in a cell
She sent a him a dove to end this hell

She promised to meet him at their place
Her spirit desperately needed a Breathing space

He reached the spot under the fir
So, here he was, waiting for her

PART 5

He woke himself stood up alert
The forest around didn't look inert

Faint sound of foot steps he thought he heard
A dim spark of light flickered and then blurred

Excitement and caution
Egerness and restrain
A mix of many emotions
Causing tremendous strain

He crouched behind the bushes
With his eyes piercing into the dark
Footsteps coming closer
But the woods reveald only darkness stark

Finally

A little lamp and a figure in black veil
Stood on the flower way were feet so frail

His bloom of spring, his rain of love,
His warm summer his winter's festive ave

Beauties of the forest gave respectful bow
Before his eyes she stood now

The blooms received feet of their intended guest
The jungle woke up to a joyous fest

They hugged...

Like a droplet in a waterfall that became one with air
Like a raindrop in an oyster made a Pearl so fair

Like a sprinkle that met roots of a little sprout
She washed away his heart's long drought

Part 6

A twig broke at a distance
Hard foot step broke its resistance

Feet moved in forest, Swift and Stealthy
Tough feet that worked for the wealthy

Broad shoulders that could move a boulder
Deep scars from battles and hearts left to moulder

The unsuspecting couple had let their guard down
Mercenaries surrounded them by order of the crown

"Daughter" he screamed

Tremors of fear made her nerves tremble
In shock he recognised her father's grumble

"One last chance for you to come back
To redeem your sin, for the noble blood you seem to lack

Dont be a disgrace to our bloodline..
His life is now a choice of mine"

The princess spoke

"Is this what a loving father means?
Marrying me off as one of someone's many queens?"

Bloodline taught you nothing but empty pride..
Whoever told you otherwise has always lied

Look at me father

I am your child you so loved and cared
Am I not worthy of some pride to be spared

I love you as much as I do love him
But you filled yourself with prejudice to the brim

Your thought is clouded with anger and hate
How you think you will end up at heaven's gate?"

"Enough"

I am bound by the laws of ancestral code
There is no way I can let my honour erode

Tears in me have long gone dry
I dont regret if you cry or die

Part 7

He ordered death
The couple held their breath

They both drew out swords and began their fight
The fierce princess and her mighty dark knight

She was his shield, he was her sword
Together they have slashed through the horde

The swords swung in a rhythm,
the warrior couple was in a brutal trance..
They winked and smiled at each other
even the battle looked like a dance..

The armours got pierced, a spear passed through both heart
She went numb, it was her father's blow she was unable to thwart..

"You have pushed me to this point of bother
You made me become a cold hearted father"

His pride was satisfied as the couple fell on ground
But, for that brief instance they were together bound

His blood flooded into her
both hearts got unified..
The father couldnot see any difference in blood
His prejudiced convictions crucified

The father suddely felt a deep sense of defeat
The ground at once sank under his feet

The warrior princess had a smile on her face
Her father had knit them together on death's lace

The Noble blood decended on to the forest floor
She couldn't bear the pour

The small lamp fell and broke..
The flame escaped into its new found freedom..

The dry logs, dead wood the bent stems of the Fir

The grass, the couple and the heartbroken father,

The glade, the hill and every reach of the forest,
got visited for the last time by the flame..

The flame of grief engulfed the forest and just like the imaginary fortress of prejudices built by men..
Everything turned into ash..

Except for one sprout that stemed out of the puddle of the couple's blood

As a hope
As a question it grew..
Along with it the entire forest..

Resonating one question..

How does pure love amount to a sin
This fight within the human can he ever win?

THE END