Parth Zadey Poet Dramatic Verse

Not a Story, But a Prayer

Whenever I speak of you,
people think I am narrating a legend.
They don’t understand
that I am confessing a truth
too sacred for ordinary language.

In every story they hear,
I stand as Krishna,
and you rise as Radha —
a love so fierce
it survives separation,
distance,
time itself.

But Radha and Krishna
were written in longing.
Their love was divine,
yet unfinished in this world.

And I ache—
because I do not want a love
that lives only in memories and metaphors.

I want a story
that does not fade at dusk.

If destiny were merciful,
if the heavens chose completion over yearning,
then our names would not echo in separation.

They would be carved in permanence.

Then I would not be Krishna—
bound to distance—

I would be Shiva,
and you, my Parvati.

Not a love that waits.
Not a love that wonders.

But a love that meditates together,
burns together,
creates and destroys together—
two souls in divine union,
unshaken by time,
unbroken by fate.

Let the world call it a story.

I call it prayer.

I call it destiny
waiting to be fulfilled.

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