This is a response post for the Maria Imran‘s celestial short story: “Lordly”
Fawning subservient – ready for an unconditional surrender…
One who had an absolute resolve to be possessed and owned by the beloved.
A total submission like never seen before!
An eternal consummation never imagined!
The seamless compliance was not for the sake of anyone except himself.
The selfishness was indeed an inseparable part of the trade.
Neither any earth-walker nor any spirit-dweller…
ever knew what happened to the artist or the master after the act.
A curious young mind, as restless as a faithless wind…
hearing the story, commits himself to a quest.
Everyone knows the beginning of the story,
no one knows the climax.
Story of “A king and the artist”, where artist requested forever to be accompanied by a king, to remain together in exchange of the masterpiece he created reflecting the king’s grace.
Was intriguing to every heart, fascinating for each mind and lordly for all souls.
He became so determined that he embarked on a journey towards long forsaken land.
Thinking what couldn’t be earned after uncovering the secrets of such once in an eons event.
It has been ages since the occurrence.
No memory, No paper…
potent enough to hold the true essence.
No wall, No promise either…
Years passed without any information, regarding the other end of the bargain.
After years of dwelling in a same place,
Famished – loosing all hope to sustain.
Young man – not so young anymore
began to track his foot-steps back.
Loosing all the spark, he began to depart from the abandoned place.
And just then – along the way back, he encountered an old man.
As a last resort, like some seasoned hunter catching an easy prey, he inquired to him about the rare event as well.
An old man hardly able to sustain his own weight.
said he belongs to this place,
he served the King’s palace like forever…
and claimed to be the witness.
One can’t imagine the jolt of energy that it gave the young man.
Like all nerves getting restored in one moment after being numb for decades.
But confessed the old man, he didn’t see a thing after that…
He only remembers the last words of life from that event:
“Taumal Fuheed Conjun”
Old man left the last breath
with an echo of words
now lingering inside
the young man’s head.
Words in his mind were sketched
like memorial slab reserves
parting text – engraved.
They soon began to dissolve
in his mind like white-stone melts
during the star’s appearance.
He has to write them down, before they’re lost.
He scratched them on a rocky surface,
from where a sound of a sea water
splashing the neighborhood rocks
can be heard as clear as
an early morning rain.
What does it mean?
Why those words?
Where did they come from?
All questions in his mind,
unsettling him like a perplexing vortex.
The curious man then never left the place.
Daily came to the stone to sharpen the words, so that the edges still remain.
Finding himself always in some marvel amazement.
All his life dedicated
to find the meaning of the words
that had him absorbed
right from the mind
to body’s each membrane.
Ages passed now, he’s dying as well.
It has been days since he didn’t visit the place where words are sketched.
His whole life flashing down in a memory lane…
all goals and ambitions surrounded around uncovering that event.
All desires sanctified,
just questions remaining like a parting wish of a dying man.
Soon his eyes began to close,
he found himself in the water,
caressed by radiant warmth,
like it was lifting him above…
Each step towards the circle of shine…
Getting closer to the bright star.
Certain distance away from the ocean,
at the height of the frozen motion…
He got cold, being gradually swiped away
just like the way time pushes the old memories…
Looking like a collection of snow flakes
spread and sliding in the sky!
From there above, he saw a young man
around the rock he scribbled the letters on…
“Taumal Fuheed Conjun”
Gliding above the ocean…
like he knew the meaning.
There are no regrets…
– Dedicated to the ciphered message and its deliverance, essence of which is known only to some fortunate souls!
Image Credits: highresolution-wallpapers.net
- Lordly (randomlyabstract.wordpress.com)
- Bargain of the Stubborn (alisohani.wordpress.com)
- The Majestic (alisohani.wordpress.com)
- The Magnitude (alisohani.wordpress.com)
What exactly does the phrase “Taumal Fuheed Conjun” mean?
🙂 Thank you for visiting Moniba.
In the end, does it matter what the phrase means?
The way I look at it, it changes the meaning…
For every person that’s yearning for the union with the beloved, and for every fortunate one that finally gets it!
I think Moniba wanted a direct translation, so she could interpret this piece in her own way. Isn’t that what you wanted the reader to do anyways?
Thank you Wajahat for caring to comment. 🙂
It’s true that the piece intends the interpretation to be free… it also wants that to be done keeping the phrase abstract.
I get it…and I guess if someone really needs to know, they can always google it. I failed to mention earlier that I enjoyed reading this piece and have been a regular reader of your blog. Keep it up!
Thank you Wajahat for your support and kind comments. I hope I remain consistent. From now on I’ll be looking forward to your feedback. 🙂
Okay, so I get what you mean. And the whole piece is incredible. But…… I seriously want to know the literal meaning of the phrase. Does it even mean anything? It’s not made up, is it? Loch-ness monster came to mind 😉
I mean I get it that you want us to interpret it for what is to us, but really… Literal meaning please? Is the caption of the photo the meaning of the phrase, maybe?
I appreciate your writing here again. Also let me confess that the way you’re contemplating on the piece is a delight for the artist.
But please don’t be disheartened when I say that confessing to what it means literally would be a betrayal to the piece and its original intention.
I would love to hear and understand the meaning that you along other readers have assigned to the phrase,
hoping that it becomes something cherishable. I wish it is interpreted in the multiple contexts along the subtext put inside delibrately.
Thank you. I would be looking forward to your feedback on other pieces as well. 🙂
P.S. Loch Ness Monster, Unicorn, Bigfoot, Mermaid, and the picture’s caption… answer is “may be”. 😉
On a more critical note, you could improve the form of this post, re-arrange the words a bit. Play with the sentences. Sorry, if you think i’m stalking the post.
Quite the contrary in fact Moniba… I believe best sort of appreciation is a response piece and one of the best kind of feedback is constructive criticism. There’s no other way for people working in creative medium to know and learn about their own work and ways of improvement, unless there’s an exchange between the fellows and enthusiasts.
As far as critique is concerned. It’s very apt. I have been told something similar by few of my writer friends as well. Form is something that I struggle with when it comes to writing a fiction in conventional way. Perhaps, it is because my attempts are very rare, usually it’s the poetry in which I mostly dwell. I’ll definitely try to venture here more often and learn from your feedback.
Thank you again. 🙂
You’re welcome. And good luck with your future ventures.
You’re welcome. And good luck with your future ventures.
The first time I read it, the feeling was that of a pleasant surprise. The second time was a struggle, as to not miss a single word or meaning. I don’t exactly remember how many times I read it later but I do think that ‘heavenly’ is a wonderful response to ‘lordly’.
Confession: As usual I was waiting for your feedback.
As some seasoned and mature friends in the writing circle mentioned… I lack proper form when it comes to writing tales… I propel even straightforward things into the poetry’s realm, often making a huge mess. I’m sorry for that and to steer your story in some different direction after its apparent end. I liked your piece so much that it stayed with me long after I was done reading it, so I had an urge to continue it in a form of reply, even if with my least attempted form till yet.
I’m glad that you liked it. I hope I can improve on form and rectify related mistakes as well.
You’re sorry for writing something I cherish as much?
As a response to my own post I think this goes perfect with the form it is in. I like how it conjures up a vision of that man who was curious in his findings about ‘that act’ of the king and the artist and how he finally wins his expedition with ‘no regrets’. Taumal Fuheed Conjun is a story to stay forever.
Maene pehli baar kisi blogger ka blog parha, and I think aap Maria se ziada acha samajh pae haen. Very deep thinking, aur zabardast tajziah. Keep it up! Special duas for you.
Thank you. 🙂 I appreciate that you liked it mam. Specially your going out of the way for making an attempt. Please don’t find me rude or ungrateful, when I say that your kinswoman did put everything in a much better way…
Her words are sparse unlike mine which are in abundance. Yet they paint everything in a flawless balance. I don’t think there could be any other form of better achievement.
Thank you for visiting. I hope not to disappoint your benevolence. 🙂