To Juliet

By Mohit Prabhakar

ye wind of blood doth reek
soil with its tenured stains
a state canst never be more bleak
a land whither hope refrains
how my lips tremble when I recite
hence ye days be dark nay bright
and them whom address ye sorrow
with tears that they didst borrow
from ye dead who didst impale
squall and exclaim with ail
thither hath been a tale of more woe
that of Juliet and NOT her Romeo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: May 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482848595

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Contents

Dedication

Epigraph

Preface

Introduction

Letter #1

Letter #2

Letter #3

Letter #4

Letter #5

Letter #6

Letter #7

Letter #8

Letter #9

Letter #10

Letter #11

Letter #12

Letter #13

Letter #14

Letter #15

The Final Letter

The Revelation

Dedication

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To all the beautiful women who were, are and would be a part of my life.

Epigraph

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In a time of blood and vile deeds

lived a man with a heart so pure

but how ye iniquities about

altered it, and left him insecure

for then it went back and forth

and then it befell once again

baffling him at each stride

and regressing to haunt again

of known and unknown grounds

that kindled him to digress

from a man with ye mighty quill

to him with a slimy prowess

for he then conceived a lay

with deceit and unworthy intent

to seize the impregnable

which he knew he wilt repent

but

when the plot wast realized

naught was left to cure

Thus in a time of blood and vile deeds

he too hadst a heart not pure

Love begets madness and madness begets a tempest.

Preface

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of love of sorrow of tragedy

of rage of fury of vengeance

borrowed from ye master’s quill

restored in all its essence

changes but a few art done

to restore ye tale foregone

and a more tragic end be born

unto each to be held in scorn

It is a third person’s perceptive of Romeo and Juliet. I do not intend to vex all those Shakespeare lovers because I am one of them. While reading Romeo and Juliet this thought came across my mind. It is a collection of letters, written by a person in Verona who was passionately in love with Juliet. Using these letters he is trying to woo her and win her heart. But with time how