Monument to Romance
The
Taj Mahal is more a monument to romance than a mausoleum of royalty. What is
life without romance? Romance makes life worth living. Romance adds colours to
dark clouds. Clouds without colours are like religious preachers without
eloquence.
I
visited the Taj for the first time before my hairs turned grey. Romance had not
died in my heart in spite of the religious people around me with Modieqsue
eloquence. It was the winter of 2000, almost four centuries after Shah Jahan
planted his first kiss on the ruby lips of Mumtaz. The sweetness of the first
kiss determines the lifespan of the wedlock. Kiss is a lock that needs no key.
The Taj beckoned me again and again. I don’t
think it was the architecture that lured me. I am no architect. Buildings don’t
fascinate me. Poetry enchants me. The Taj is a poem. The Taj is the kiss of the
infinite lover on eternity.  |
| The poem of my life ten years after the photo above |
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Unparalleled beauty :-)
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