When the journey brings a free fall into illusive love!

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#Storytime: Fictional Creation ? Love at First Sight ? Please Rate it : )

It's been a long time since I've been feeling a sense of peace and comfort in my own company. I've held myself at a far distance from the notion of love at times, hiding behind walls of self-imposed limitations and concerns. I was sure that I was better off without someone to complete me. But something has changed within me recently, and I've begun to long for the warmth once more!

The decision to distance myself from love was based on the scars of previous disappointments. I built a wall around it, convinced that this was the best way to shield myself from the distress that things could cause. It looked like the safer option to travel life's road alone, free of the weaknesses that come with being with someone. Life, on the other hand, has a way of challenging our perspectives and pushing us towards something better! I've been craving laughter and pleasant crosses in recent days. I've begun to embrace the possibilities, and I know It's a vulnerable place to be, and it terrifies me, but I'm willing to take that leap of faith.

And one day, amid the warm glow of a Pre-Ganesh Chaturthi event, destiny weaved an ethereal thread, tying my soul to the story of love. My eyes caught a glimpse of her among the vivid celebrations, a vision of beauty that set my heart aflutter. Her presence, like a rare heavenly light, held me enthralled, lost in the constellations of my desire; and all I could do was convey my feelings in the most creative way I could think of, i.e. writing poetry!

I wrote the poem and all I could get was her Instagram ID, through which I could express myself; my message was as follows:

I'm a writer, and here is a poem I created being influenced : )

In the midst of the Ganesh Chaturthi's grace,

I saw her, a vision, a captivating embrace,

Bright eyes, a tale of a perfect expression on her face,

A little U-shaped tilak, a mark of divine grace!

Amidst the festivities and vibrant array,

She performed, enchanting my heart's display,

I found myself blushing, a crimson delight,

Melted at first sight, in the soft twilight.

Red bangles adorned her delicate hand,

Like flames of passion on struggling land,

Soft and beautiful, they whispered a song,

At that moment, I knew I couldn't be wrong.

Her saree, a canvas of orange so bright,...

For poetry to end, you might consider accepting my invite!

So here I was, ready to confront it with an open heart, ready to embrace love anew. I may make blunders along the road, and there is no assurance that my message request will be granted or even read. But I'm committed to savoring the exquisite creativity that I have the opportunity to share. I'm ready to let go of my anxieties and limitations and receive feelings with open arms, for love is the genuine meaning of living.

A notification, a ray of light in my somber world, announced her acceptance of my message request. My heart flew to the heights of hope, fluttering like a freed caged bird. She was moved by the depth of my insights and the admiration that cannot be articulated here, but her main concern was the other half of Poetry that was missing, which I shared with her…

Her saree, a canvas of orange so bright,

She was a vision, a radiant light,

Shining through the crowd, a beacon of grace,

My heart raced, caught in the sweet chase.

So here I stand, with words to implore,

Would you care for a date, or something more?

Over tea or coffee, we can share our tale,

In your presence, my heart would set sail…

And, of course, I couldn't see her at the moment, but her emojis indicated that she was laughing hysterically and joyfully pleased with my efforts and creativity. We danced in the virtual realms, exchanging our stories, hopes, and desires. We chose to meet in a nearby café, and the story begins with my chai and her coffee.

Our meetings became more frequent as the days passed, and I discovered a kindred spirit in the delicate growth of our friendship. Every snatched moment felt like a chapter in a vast love story as if the cosmos conspired to bring our hearts together.

My devotion got stronger over time, and I resolved to embark on a magnificent voyage of love. I prepared a proposal…but!

But then, like a raging storm crashing into a calm sea, I awoke from my daydream. The hard reality hit me, and I discovered that my message was yet to be recognized. Doubt and grief murmured in the depths of my heart. Were my efforts in vain?

The only song I could think of was : (

Tune jo na kaha, Main woh Sunta raha

Khamakha bewajah khwaab bunta raha…

My emotions burst within me like a tempest. I found myself bewildered and in anguish; I couldn't figure out if it was because the message request was not accepted or because she would never know about the second part of the poetry!

All I could say here…

Dard pehle se hai zyaada, Khud se phir yeh kiya wada

Khamosh nazrein rahe bezubaan…

I know a lot of DMs are already waiting for her; perhaps my poetry isn't valuable enough! In my battle, I hope to someday find peace, that someone will come and heal all of this pain and awful fate…

This is purely fictitious; I had ideas flowing through my head while writing the story. Being a writer is so wonderful because you can let your imagination run wild and create something like this. I hope you enjoy reading it in first-person narration. Please share your thoughts and feedback on my writing.

The following story and poem are part of my original writings; anyone may use it as part of fair use by crediting me by adding my Instagram or LinkedIn profile.

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~ Shivesh Bhatt