The Stone Face

   The Stone Face

It was but an anonymous face,

Of a man of an unknown race.

Of some great leader perhaps,

Someone who'd redesigned maps.

It was as if he watched over the town,

And in all these years, he didn't frown.

The lines on his face were smooth,

Of a man, at the prime of his youth.

There he was, engraved in a hill,

His face, carved with great skill.

Highlighting his presence was a folklore,

Justifying its integrity, people swore.

According to the legend, the people were sure,

That the great man had never walked their shore.

He was yet to come, a harbinger of good,

They longed to see him, if only they could!

One fine day, the mysterious man appeared,

Just according to the legend they'd reared!

"It's him!" Shrieked an old woman with delight,

As she opened her door to the man, gaily bedight.

He was taken aback by her sudden reaction,

Couldn't decide the next course of action.

The woman then held out her hand, pointing afar,

At his stone face, as radiant as an evening star.

Astonished he stood, in an awe,

Couldn't digest what he just saw.

Before he could pull himself all  together,

The old woman had left, full of endeavor.

Spreading the news, she ran from house to house,

And through the orchards, sleeping men she'd rouse.

They had all started to gather around the man,

Without any delay, with all his might he ran!

For little did he know of what was happening,

All he knew to save his life he was scrambling.

And they darted after him like maniacs,

Trying to stop him dead in his tracks.

He ran expeditiously to the shore,

Untied his boat that was offshore. 

And by the time to the shore they'd drawn,

Their long awaited legend had already gone.

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Hahaha unexpected ending huh? I just love twists here and there in the plot. Hope you all enjoyed it!

The Coin Interpreter

The Coin Interpreter 

A gleaming coin in his hand,

With an eyepiece he scanned.

And made notes of the same,

As if it were a puzzle game.

And on his desk sat other coins waiting,

Of gold and silver of the highest rating.

              He studied each of them carefully,              

For days and days, weeks rarely.

They were not merely restricted to his table,

Lying in every corner they were, yet to label.

A very peculiar man he was indeed,

But, where to would these coins lead?

A sea of coins he had in his possession,

His love for them had turned to obsession.

But it was not wealth that he was after,

He was a true historian, a history drafter.

He believed that every coin had it's story,

Which he'd patiently listen to in all its glory.

And coins taught him a lot about history,

About the things that'd remained a mystery.

About emperors, epic battles and noble men,

And common day things every now and then.

About financial and political conditions,

All told by the coins and their compositions.

He always felt that coins highlighted the past,

And reflected the future, in a glossy contrast.

So, as the world moved on and time flew by,

He ever sat there, with a coin to meet his eye.

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The idea for this poem actually came from a dream I had a few days back! Never let your dreams die! Transform them into reality! If not, go to the cave of lost dreams! Haha I've left the riddle up to you people to solve!

As a matter of fact, take a look at these coins. They are basically Spanish coins. But, they are stunning!! Their beauty has literally held together my poem!

The Knight's Night

The Knight's Night

An eerie night,

A gallant knight.

Sat with his horse by a fire,

Dressed in his knightly attire.

And in his lap he had a sword,

The one that he deeply adored.

He sat there, polishing it,

Up and down, bit by bit.

He then ran a finger across its blade,

All enemy weapons it'd outweighed.

And as in it he saw his own reflection,

Of all his wars he had a faint recollection.

Riding his dauntless horse,

And the armour he'd endorse,

All they would see was a flash of light,

Of the gleaming sword and its knight.

As he glided over the battlefields,

Ripping through armours and shields.

All hail the valiant knight they'd say,

And would leave their fears at bay.

But now he'd grown old,

This knight once so bold.

And so did his arrogance and pride,

It had now stretched far and wide.

He then held out his sword upright,

And let it bathe in the moonlight.

It emitted a glistening white glow,

Lightening up the ground below.

He felt superior to everything he knew,

And his pride in himself perilously grew. 

Suddenly, lightening struck the sword he bore,

And that once gallant knight was there no more.

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"Arrogance diminishes wisdom."

The Cave of Lost Dreams part 2

Continued............

"Ah! I see it's the scroll you seek",

"Enchanted by the cave's mystique".

"The scroll has only twice been previously opened.",

"Well I must have deserved it" the prince reckoned."

The prince reached out and took the scroll,

As himself, he could no longer control.

The old man retreated, yet said nothing,

His strange manner indicated something.

Finally he spoke, his manner grave, voice commanding,

The prince wondered what would he now be demanding?

"People have killed, been killed for the cave."

"And it's secret lies beyond the scroll I gave."

"Even so, what makes ye think ye'll find it?"

In ominous silence he stood, facing the twit.

"It invokes not in men mere curiosity.",

"It beseeches in them vulgar brutality."

The prince could now visualise in his head,

Blood being shed and entire armies dead.

He looked at the scroll, expressions grim,

Took a deep breath, handed it back to him.

The prince was nihilistic all over again,

The cave was indeed far beyond his domain.

He had finally looked forward to something,

But all his elation was chipped down to nothing.

Then for the first time in a while the old man smiled,

His expressions returned back to being soft and mild.

"Noble prince is thy dream this short lived?"

"That ye won't get up once you've tripped?"

"But would reaching the cave do me any good?",

"For it's a place of beauty, nothing else I've understood."

"My father's kingdom stretches far and wide.",

"With landscapes that hath left men open eyed."

"The cave of lost dreams.." The old man began,

As if it were all a part of some master plan.

"The cave of lost dreams or as it is said,"

"Is a place where dreams go once they're dead."

"But what's in it for me, the prince bluntly enquired",

"It holds all that thou heart once deeply desired."

"Happiness ye shall find of all sorts and kind",

"Wasn't that what thou were dying to find!?"

And yet again the old man's mystical ways,

Left the prince aghast, without a phrase.

The old man handed him back the scroll,

"Ye are now fit enough to pursue thou goal."

He turned to the door to depart at last,

"Who are you?" The prince suddenly asked.

The old man halted, his hand on the doorknob,

The prince's heart started to violently throb.

He turned around wearing a strange smile,

That sent a chill down his spine for a while.

"I'm the guardian of the cave I just told you,"

Opened the door and went straight through.

The prince went back and sat on his bed,

And reflected upon what the old man said.

He then opened the scroll after all,

Which hath never failed to enthrall.

What he saw of it eluded him,

But nevertheless excited him.

For it was a riddle like none he had seen,

And so adamant to solve one he'd never been.

On a parched, old paper with plush black ink,

Was written something it'd take  years to think.

For an ordinary man perhaps but not him,

Cause solving it had now become his whim.

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The Cave of Lost Dreams part 1

Writing is an underestimated art. People should heed the gravity of the fact that we writers paint colorful pictures in people's minds using mere words of black. That being said, Oh and happy Friendship Day dear viewers. And it's a Sunday as a matter of fact so yaay. I may have an extra post for that. So anyway 'Dreams'. What are dreams? Dreams believe it or not are in some way or the other related to happiness. They kind of give incentive to people to look forward to a new day. And this quote; "The richer you get, more expensive happiness becomes." I don't remember the author of this quote but, it's so deep and true. Dreams are what we all look forward to in life. We associate the fulfillment of that dream with happiness and contentment, and we pursue it with all our vigor and might. But, what if someone has no dreams? Someone has no reason to wake up every morning? Someone always searching for something but has no idea of what it is. And so is the story you all are about to go through. Of a Prince, who finally finds a dream and dares pursue it. 

The Cave of Lost Dreams

This story should particularly interest you,

Cause it has to it a rare and a mystical hue.

It's a story unlike anything you've previously read,

Of a noble prince, warm at heart and cool at head.

A young man he was, full of hope and means,

But oddly enough, he had no wishes or dreams.

He had everything that the heart could desire,

From horses and servants to the best of attire.

Yet had nothing to wake up to every morn,

And would often wonder "why was I born"?

And yet he was a man most kind and just,

In all of land well known for his trust.

And thus, everyday the prince would set out,

In quest of some exotic dream, full of doubt.

And he'd ask his people: what were theirs,

They'd turn up to be for him, petty wares.

Ever so unmotivated, yet he treaded on,

And would be gone from dusk to dawn.

But one day, illness caught him at bay,

Retiring him to bed, all sore and gray.

Finest doctors in all of land were called up,

But none could get him on his feet, back up.

They'd say he'd drunk from the death cup,

And long ago on his life he had given up.

The king, sent for the wisest man he knew,

As more worried and enraged he grew.

With an air of humility the old man turned up,

With a flowing white beard and face cheered up.

His face was illuminated with a brilliant white glow,

Peace upon the king and his family he'd come to bestow.

He then gently moved in into the prince's room,

And motioned everyone to stay out of the room

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He took a plush chair by the prince's bed,

And in his mesmerizing voice he said:

"Dear prince, how hast thou fallen so low?"

Then replied the prince, his voice soft, words slow.

"Death for me is a peaceful retreat",

"and its nothing to fear for the elite".

"My Lord has been to my to entirely merciful",

"But I'm afraid myself together, I cannot pull".

"So what's thy last wish?" Enquired the old man,

"Narrate to me a story for you are a wise man."

The old man's eyes gleamed in excitement,

And stroked his beard, full of incitement.

"I shall narrate to thy a beautiful narrative",

And thus he began in a manner so imperative,

There's a cave he said." Aye a cave like none other."

"To get to it, a man would slay his brother."

And what is it called inquired the latter,

"The cave of lost dreams. Of dreams that'd shatter'd."

The prince had been mystified, sat bolt upright,

Thus continued the old man, his eyes ever so bright.

"In a remote corner of this busy world",

"There lies a cave, in itself, peacefully curled".

And he said a cave of mesmerising beauty it was,

"Explorers from all over the world it draws".

He demanded "Tell me of its location!",

The prince was clearly getting impatient.

"Noble prince thy must first be patient",

"for indeed, unsuccessful are the impatient".

He immediately regretted, apologized for his actions,

For they were accompanied by the strangest reactions.

"The cave is a place of impeccable beauty",

"But, to know further you'll have to fulfill a duty".

"And what would that be?" He inquired,

For he had now definitely been inspired.

"Promise me thy will get well soon",

"And never again shall thy swoon"

"For you shall find the cave; it's thy dream",

"And will be fired up with a new self esteem"

And so, the wise old man took his leave,

His visit had an effect none could perceive.

The prince astonishingly started to get well,

And felt that In his bed, he could no longer dwell.

And he read more and more of the mystical cave,

To find it, his heart had made him to crave.

With books around his bed, all piled up,

He had decided that he'd now pack up.

He'd long waited for the old man to be back,

He thought as he stared out into the black.

And suddenly, there was a knock on his door,

Quivering with excitement, he jumped to the floor.

And as he reached out to the door,

It was the old man, of it he was sure.

And he opened the door to that same soul,

But this time, in his hands he had a scroll.

"Ah my prince, how well can you now stand!"

But the prince's senses were fixed on his hand.

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Huh I couldn't find pictures that would go with the first part of the poem. Nevertheless, for the second part and the actual cave, I've come across loads of awesome pics. So, see you all next week with more from my best work till date. So long then. Ciao!