Manish Tagged me to write a story that starts along these line ...
She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while...
A vulture cried from afar but she was quite oblivious to that. Her Tristan was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, and arrows sticking out at odd angles from his body. Her Tristan.
He promised he would come back. Fighting her tears to see him clearly, running her hands over and over on his handsome face… that face… she hasn’t forgotten the first time she saw this handsome face. The smile that stole her heart, she still remembers.
He promised he would come back. Her Tristan. Fighting back memories and flinging them aside, she picked his head up on her lap, in hopeless hope of giving him some comfort. And she sang to him ever so softly
When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there,
I will go there
And back again
When she finished the song, silence filled the battlefield, and her Tristan lay motionless. And lo! Her eyes no longer accused him for breaking the promise. Putting his back on the merciless ground she stood up and looked down at his beautiful face. Her Tristan. A horn blew somewhere but she no longer cared.
“I am coming”, she murmured softly to the wind .
19 comments:
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Silvester
beautiful....my limited vocabulary always comes in the way of appreciating good work as is the case here.
but i still think that this one word sums it all -beautiful
nice story johney. Why does everyone wish to just kill the hero here .... may be the starting lines make tht kind of impression ... but havent we heard of things like .. tears of hapiness & excitement .. but then we always wish to write abt pain cuase it has a nice effect .. and people like to read it .
nice written dude. and this wasnt simple.
@dhruv
Er.. I didn't used any difficult words. If you are talking about 'Tristan', it is not a word but the name of the Hero who died on the Battlefield. I was thinking of a medivial name for a Hero and the name Tristan came to my mind, so I put it.
It feels good to get appreciated even if the work is pathetic.
It feels good to get appreciated even if the work is pathetic.
Just kidding ;)
@anuj
Thanks anuj.
Well, I could have make it to a happy story, but then I wanted to kill someone these days, so I thought why not kill someone in my story.
You are right, it was not easy writting this, I had to wrung my brain dry coming up with it.
hey john well mate u didnt use hard words..though they were some there:)
all i meant was not having words to write how beautiful the work was.
P.S. see again i used beautiful
@anonymous ha_he_hi
I know it is you. Well, thanks for visiting.
I am visiting again so thank me again.;)
@dhruv
oh! I was highly mistaken.
Thanks again. I like the word 'beautiful' ;)
@luke
Thanks.
I had to kill the Hero, because that is what the first line makes me feel. The Girl weeping over her dead boyfriend. That's the first image that came to my mind.
'...but she no longer cared!' :)
@Rohit talwar
Yes, she no longer cared! for nothing matters to her anymore. It is very sad to feel that everything that matters is no more and after that one lives without being alive.
Thanks for visiting.
Very sweet!
@phoenix
Thanks. I feel sorry for killing the Hero.
That sure is a great story...kind of reminds me of 'Troilis and Cressida'...bt hats off to ur imagination man!
I have not read 'Troilis and Cressida' but I am glad that you like my story.
beautiful creation by you...words fall short of the appreciation of the sensitivity expressed in the poem...keep it up..
Thanks for your words of appreciation. I normally do not write stories or poems, for I know that I am pathetic at those. But as long as people like you keep being nice and keep telling me that my works are good, though they are not, I shall try my unskilled hand and blunder along on this beautiful art of prose and poetry.
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