wah taj
as the story goes....through these beautifully corridors with carved pillars..
through this magnificent door.......
crossing this beautifully decorated magnificently huge door.....
a symbol of love......
of an empror for his beloved wife....so much beloved that she died while delivering his fourteenth child.....
.....buried on this shore of Yamuna - a sacred river....so much sacred....now turned into a stinking drain....
...here stands this glory of India.....
....supported by its strong minarets.....
....looking itself in the dirty waters of the pond....
....engraved sparkling precious stones and carved flowers.....
....showing the intricacies of artisans.....
....the carved windows above....
....intricately weaved dreams of artisans with the dreams of an empror for his beloved, in the marble...
......even after so many hundered years...
one can feel the beauty.....
...not a single mistake......
... a poetry in stone....
....here lies the beloved queen....
...surrounded by these artistically carved pillars of the tomb...
.....ankhiyon ke jharokhon se....the masjid...
whatever the story ... no matter..... Taj is the glory of India,
an Icon....an identity of India.....
belongs to religion of love......
let it remain like that...
keep it like a dream in eyes...
wah taj...
