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Written By
SULOCHANA SANTHOSH
Destiny - Where You Take Your Own Story
By Sulochana Santhosh
As she set to sail out, a warm spring day,
She took a moment to marvel,
At the strong summer breeze, and the waves breaking on the seashore,
Leaving no trace of existence but a trail of foam.
With a small boat, and a determined heart,
She was going to enjoy this journey, right from the start.
She paid no heed to the warnings the seagulls shouted behind her,
“Safety lies behind you, while danger lies ahead
Your fate way behind you, while destiny not far ahead,
Others, they will try to confound you, so take their words as the hoax they are,
Your journey only complete when you follow your heart.
On your travels, you will find yourself vis-à-vis with tales of destiny,
Through visions, or through dreams,
For you are the chosen one,
And slowly, if the stars permit, you may get to know your own.
However, where you choose to take your story,
That is in your hands.”
Slowly smiling as she departed the yellow sands.
As the days flew by,
Minute by minute, hour by hour
They called her lost at sea,
Some happy, some desperate for her return.
But she had no care in the world,
As she wandered and conquered the sea,
Wondering her destiny,
What she was meant to be.
One fine summer day,
A solitary one with no storm or rain,
The sun shone in the cornflower blue sky,
The water gently rippling as she crossed.
She suddenly saw a sorrowful scene,
Was it an illusion- or reality?
Lost in a trance- a dream,
The first of the few she was to see.
…
A young queen, of imperial Rome, the 1600s,
Wistful, overcome with emotions but embracing her duty.
Gracefully, she drew herself up with poise,
As she threw down her crown.
She commanded her battalion,
“Fight, and spare no one who is your enemy,
For they will not spare you lest the situation be reversed”
Her sword of silver slashed around the battlefield,
Protecting her army but showing no mercy to her enemies.
‘Bellona’, they called her, the goddess of war.
A strong vessel, a reincarnation of a goddess,
She brought harmony to her land.
She told her tired and injured soldiers,
“Not all is lost until you lose hope”
But, alas, she met her match, and they fought,
A one-to-one duel,
The battle of the swords.
The battle was won but they lost their queen,
A pyrrhic victory, was all that could be seen.
They marched back to their kingdom and reported to their king,
A clear victory, but the loss of their queen.
The king and his kingdom mourned for about a week,
Then the king found a new queen and the church bells rang,
While all the songbirds sang,
Harmony finally brought to the new land,
With a happy king and his new overjoyed bride,
The king crowned his betrothed on the church steps,
A proclaimed new queen.
Standing on the pedestal beside his queen,
He forgot the one who secured his reign.
With the joyous bells and happy tones,
They all slowly abandoned her memory,
‘Bellona”, a treasure, the goddess of war,
“Bellona”, the guardian, a keeper of peace,
“Bellona”, her name, bestowed upon the new queen.
She slowly rotted in her grave,
While the ethereal halls of a mosaic church called,
“Forget not the one who brought peace to our land,”
But no one listened to the souls,
Drowning away in the old church halls.
…
The girl sighed.
Her head was spinning as she woke up to the shining stars,
Glistening in the twilight sky,
A scenic beauty,
With the snowy mountain peaks looking over the world.
Wasn’t it day not too long ago?
“Well, time flies, as do the stars when day becomes night,”
She groggily whispered,
As she wiped tears from her eyes,
Pearly drops on her lashes like morning dew on grass,
At the sadness of the queen’s tale.
Wonder and marvel at her courage,
Yet sorrow at the king’s impudence.
“Hers will be a tale not forgotten,
At least not by me, myself.”
As months passed,
The girl realized something:
Life goes on. The world stops for no one.
Time made no concessions even for the courageous queen,
Even though goodness was found,
In her every action, seen and unforeseen.
Life went on.
And year by year,
The girl saw herself grow,
Into the person she desired herself to be.
Away at sea,
Life was simpler; not easier.
It was the gift of the gods, the vast, great sea,
That fulfilled all her needs,
It was her home; here her heart lay.
Then one strange spring day,
Her head started spinning once more,
As she navigated this through the waves high,
She lay down,
Looking at the blue sky,
The warm sun and the boat’s gentle rocking inducing hypnotic sleep.
As she slept, she dreamed,
…
A large mansion in the 1800s,
Where a duke and his lady lived,
With only their daughter,
Who was rather clever but, unappreciated.
She often accompanied her father,
Who found pleasure in excavating ancient grounds,
Particularly ones of Roman founds.
It was when the team had stopped for the night,
She realized,
She had left her rucksack at the site.
This thought struck her in the middle of the night,
“Blow” she thought, annoyed,
She’d have to go get it now.
Just as she entered the field,
She tripped on the skirts of her very own nightgown.
Falling on a small rock,
Her skirt nearly ripping.
As she struggled to pull the skirts from under the rock,
She discovered a letter, very well sealed.
She tried to stop herself opening the letter,
But her curiosity won her over,
Under the thin beam of a hanging lamp,
She carefully peeled off the seal stamped on the letter.
She gasped as she read the contents,
Little smudged but mostly clear.
Somehow, somewhere,
The legend of Bellona had been quietly passed on,
And this young woman was one of the listeners.
She cautiously deciphered the smudged ink,
Nearly screaming in despair at the contents.
It was a letter from the roman queen Bellona’s husband,
To the attacking kingdom’s ruler,
Stating his explicit desire for his queen to be taken away, or killed,
As he wished for a young new queen.
The girl muttered angrily under her breath,
Precariously tip-toeing back to camp,
She planned to show this letter to the world,
Nearly two centuries later,
A cry for rectitude, a cry for justice!
So, when her father was to give a speech on new found discoveries,
Opportunity, she seized.
Took hold of the mic,
Letter firmly grasped in trembling hands,
She recounted the legend of Queen Bellona,
And revealed the letter, and its contents.
What happened after, was not much,
A few protests, some shocked at the scandal,
Mostly pity, at this past tragedy.
Every now and then,
People asked her, “For whom are you fighting? The dead won’t know,”
Still the girl said boldly:
"Bravery needs to be validated as is and treachery exposed!”
However, the lords and ladies, and her parents alike, objected;
A young girl against a history already written?
It was out of the question, not allowed,
So, they shut her up with threats and coercion.
But the girl had found her voice,
She now refused to be quiet.
So, they imprisoned her at her home; pending trial,
Judge benevolently offered her an asylum instead of death,
However, she defiantly chose the latter at her own behest!
Later, a few mourned her name; not many,
And once more, the ethereal halls of a mosaic church called,
“Forget not the one who brought the truth to light.”
Still, no one listened to the souls,
Wandering around in the old church halls.
…
The girl; now woman, sighed,
Once more day became night,
Or was it day again?
To be honest, she didn’t really care.
She was overcome by her emotions,
Curiosity, longing, sorrow and wonder.
Wonder, at how humanity could be so cruel?
She thought, righteously, that,
If not for her gender, she would have been taken more seriously.
Now the young woman was filled with hatred.
Hatred at her kin, hatred at their minds.
Could she really call them one of her own species?
This was not who she wanted to be.
She strived, she took the effort,
To be kinder, nicer,
A better person altogether.
This time, next year,
The girl found herself somewhat tired one late evening.
So she went to bed,
Evening stars guarding her like a priceless treasure.
As she slept, she dreamed.
Dreamed of a setting in modern times.
…
A young girl named Maya,
Who was known around her coastal town,
For her love of oceans and seas,
And the animals and creatures in them abound.
And for her love of painting them!
One day, Maya, filled with dreams and determination,
Left her small town she once dearly loved.
As a matter of fact, still did,
But was too unhappy to stay there any longer.
With dreams and aspirations filled with vivid thoughts,
Of exploring and conquering the oceans and seas,
And saving them from the sinful grasp of humanity.
Not a single soul spared her a glance,
Or tried to support her dream,
Instead, they laughed,
And called her the biggest fool they knew.
So, Maya set off; hurt but determined,
Wishing for adventure, a quest.
And the strongest will to save the vibrant seas,
So serene, so calming,
A paradise on Earth to her they seemed.
As she embarked on her journey,
She took nothing but her easel, canvas, paint and brushes,
Prepared to make a change; prepared for a life of fight.
Each day, each night,
She painted all creatures in seen and unseen.
And quite soon she reached once again a land -
A land of happiness, a land of joy,
A land of harmony between man and sea and everything in between!
A land where her voice was heard, her vision understood,
Where everyone listened and answered,
Where one became many, day by day.
Start of a new life filled with will and vigour,
To save what is precious now and ever.
For now, she wasn’t alone,
She had her art and unconditional support,
So together they all moved forward to achieve her goals; their intent.
As she established her name,
She soon was started on her pathway to fame.
It was then a young girl told her,
“I wish I to be as great as you but, all I have are these unsupported dreams!”
Maya smiled and replied:
"Dreams are the canvas of the mind; paint your own reality with imagination and determination galore."
Grinning, as the girl ran away overjoyed,
Maya was happy to have ignited another heart.
...
The girl who slept awoke from her dream,
With a sparkle in her eye and smile on her lips,
For she knew now who she was.
She was Maya;
And she was ready to make her own destiny!
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