For centuries, the Taj Mahal has inspired poets, painters and musicians to try and capture its elusive magic in word, colour and song. It is one of the most flawless architectural creations of the world. Since the 17th century, travellers have crossed continents to come and see this ultimate memorial to love, and few have been unmoved by its incomparable beauty.Taj Mahal stands in the city of Agra, in the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, on the banks of the Yamuna River. It was built in the memory of the beautiful Arjumand Bano Begum, who won the heart of a Mughal prince. She was married at 21 to Emperor Jahangir’s third son Prince Khurram and stayed loyally by his side through good times and bad: in the luxurious royal palaces of Agra .In AD 1628, Khurram became king. He took the name Shahjahan or “King of the World” and showered his beloved begum with the highest titles. She became Mumtaz Mahal, the exalted of the palace and Mumtaz-ul-Zamani, the exalted of the Age. In 1631, Shahjahan went on an expedition to the south and, as always, Mumtaz Mahal accompanied him. she died in childbirth at Burhanpur. She had borne Shahjahan fourteen children, of whom four sons and three daughters survived. When Mumtaz Mahal died, she was just 39 years old. Shahjahan was inconsolable and contemporary chronicles tell of the royal court mourning for two years. there was no music, no feasting, and no celebration of any kind. Epitome Of Love -Taj Mahal Shahjahan, who was a passionate builder, now decided to erect a memorial to his queen in pristine marble that the world would never forget. The site selected for the tomb was a garden by the Yamuna river, unshadowed by any other structure. The garden had been laid by Raja Man Singh of Amber Yemen sent agates, the corals came from Arabia, the garnets from Bundelkhand, onyx and amethyst from Persia. Mumtaz Mahal’s final resting-place was ornamented like a queen’s jewel-box.
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in this beautiful place this place i call my own paradise....... there the colors and tears mingle freely everything flows in a speudoecho of what it truly is and freedom just is not what it seems to be for those lost souls trapped in some sort of hell to be freed from despair loneliness limitation fear and pain as if i were houdini all over again when i can save everyone but myself why is this feeling so pungent and strong within these orange walls a place of solitude to reflect and meditate when i all i do is run away as if some plague of loneliness would overtake my soul with the same despair i felt then my mom the only one that has felt it with me too i neglect as if she were not here i need to wake from this dream from this fantasy of fallasies to kid myself again because i want to find bliss is no excuse for me to lose sight of reality reality so sweet so tangible so true yet behind some mirror ocean so true and blue i am repeating some mission to encapture what i lost as a child when maybe i should just let go let go to fly within the kite the cloud soar beneath the moon and stars and sun but then to what avail am i if i lost sight of the most important mission on this earth to love why am i really here what sort of fantasy or wonderful parallel can i create when i cannot find contentment within myself? ~MS~*
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