Thursday, July 21, 2011

Athena and Vikaro


It was early 15th century,
On one of those early morn
Michel Simoni - sitting on the top of Mt. Vesuvius,
Was contemplating design
Of his flying machine!
Deep lost with his canvas and his pen,
Sketching the  machine
To fly in air,
Was Simoni in his Zone!

The sky was crimson
Dawn at her seductive best
Simoni suddenly was
Distracted by the
Gushing Vikaro - The westerly wind.
Passed he in a jiffy
To the open sky
To hold the falling Athena – The lovely Albatross!

And LO!!
Simoni could see
How like a godsend artist
Vikaro held his beloved Athena
With his strong hands,
Making her fly – saving her the fall!

Enchanted was Simoni,
By the grace, the style and the perfection!
Vikaro with great care of a lover,
An ingenuity of an engineer,
With the finesse of a sculptor,
Created that perfect aerofoil
Holding his dear love – his Athena
Steadily gliding in the open sky,
To the gates of heaven!!

Athena – the Albatross –
White like the Archangel’s Halo!
The grand expanse of her flawless wings,
With deep black most beautiful eyes!
Was making the seven heavens proud,
Gracefully surfing through
Like a Simoni’s Perfect  Stroke!

All the while,
Vikaro did held Athena,
With his sinew strong,
And heart brimming with love,
Kept he his position strong,
Holding Athena all along,
In rain and sun,
In thick and thin,
Morning and Night,
Taking her to places new,
Worlds far!

All pain did Vikaro endure,
Limitless agony without a frown!
For he was getting the meaning of his life,
Making his love fly high and high!

Athena knew none of Vikaro!
Unaware of the balance and support,
Created by Vikaro,
Kept she soaring unknown of
Vikaro, his love and his toil!

Every morn, every night,
Did Simoni see the spectacle of heavenly love,
Athena flying to the heavens new,
On the shoulders of Vikaro,
Un-known of his ardent love!

 Athena proud of her flying feats,
Was confident more!
She knew that all for all her craft and excellence!
She knew it was all she,
And no role was played by any other.
In pride and defiance of the world,
Athena kept soaring new heights!
Till she reached the limits of seventh heavens!

There things were all bright and beautiful.
Athena did not need to fly for reaching heights.
It was a new world,
Effortlessly was Athena did dance,
With Angels and Gods!
No push of the westerly wind
Needed she!
No support of the lowly Vikaro was required!

Athena was happy and fulfilled at her achievement!
She knew it was all her personal feat.
Proud was she of her abilities,
Arrogance beautified her countenance further!

Now, Vikaro was all alone,
His beloved was no more for him.
Life was empty – flying aimlessly,
Hither to Thither!

Simoni called on Vikaro,
Asked him why did not he stop Athena by?
Why did not he express his love to her?
At the least, she should know your ardent love!
Encountered Simoni with rage,
To the flowing westerly wind!

Vikaro smiled with ease and mock,
Said he to Simoni –
You earthly artists,
What you know
About Love without strings!
Love for me is a worship offered,
My care and love
Are tulips of blessings dedicated at
The altar of my Love – My Athena!
I do not need it to be repaid,
For my love is priceless!
My love bears no strings,
Bears it no expectation!
I live to love,
Not to get love in return.
With another scar in his heart,
Did Vikaro fly to his seclusion –
Far away, hidden behind the Vesuvius!

Simoni smiled at the heavenly show!
Got he the answer how to fly -
His flying machine must resemble
The dance posture of Athena and Vikaro!
People call it by names many,
Some call it aerofoil!

Became Simoni busy with his design-
Conceptualizing the first flying machine!

Athena was busy with the Gods,
Among the gold and pearls,
Making merry with music and love

All flora and fauna was busy with
Everyday chores!
Indifferent was the universe,
For there was this lowly Vikaro,
Hidden behind the Vesuvius,
For it was no more relevant,
To Athena, to Simoni, and the world!
Died Vikaro in silence, known by none.
There was silence everywhere –
An indifferent and impersonal Silence!

PS - More poems of Michel Simoni - 
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES
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