My Very Own Epic Love Story

My very own epic love story

Nothing will ever compare to how you made me feel
You let me taste unbound freedom
I knew it was that when I felt it
Although I had never felt it before

I think you broke a long-held spell
As a child, I heard the fairy tales
Of all those imprisoned princesses
Who was rescued or found
By the One

I wanted the same destiny one day
Life along with affliction imitated their incarceration
In more excruciating ways
I daydreamed you every day
Without ever giving you a face

I never questioned why
Little did I know I would recognise you by intuit
When the hurt consumed every pore
I had no choice but to extricate myself
I buried you and forgot about you
As I learnt to survive and adjust

To a counterfeit emancipation
I mustn’t be ungracious
For this was how I would determine the real thing

My spirit never abandoned you, not once
Keeping the essence alive, in my very core
Allowing gradually to devour me
My mind and body a puppet on this infinite mission
Searching desperately into every soul I came across
I knew I had no choice

Then you appeared and I feared you
Keeping you at a safe distance until you reached out
And I ran away
You felt profound, majestic almost legendary to me
You didn’t even know

Too prodigious to deny, my spirit lead me back to you
Literally by the hand
You held yours both open for me
And I walked straight into them
There at that moment, I felt nothing but an instant reunion
A sudden transformation
Of two free spirits reunited and relieved

We played and reminisced away the fatigue of this entire expedition
Speaking of our truest desires and sharing thoughts long unsaid
Unfearing reactions or responses
Feelings and instincts leading our realness
Moment by moment

We knew this will never happen again in this life
Reality and realisation of unfinished separate routes
Ended our short epic love story
Our tale is slightly different because I found you
And we don’t have a happy ever after
Just yet….

© P Bathina 042019

Poetics describes a whole range of engagements with life that are storied, reflective and filled with imagination and inspiration, as opposed to analysis in the strict sense. When science rules, the magic fades. When thinking ascends the throne, the soul may atrophy. Yet poetics is not irrational – it is a take which reaches into a different aspect of our humanity – one where we can celebrate that which moves us, not dwell on what limits us. Expect surprises. One or many may lead. None or a few may follow and then decide to take the lead. This is a fluidity to break the mould of rigidity. Join us on this journey. Let us hold hands boldly and join voices transformatively. Prabha will be leading us. Feel free to join us.


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