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!
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