Cupid & Psyche's Lovestory

 

Part-I 

£Cupid’s Question ✧

For the girl who wandered into the wrong myth

Why did you stray, my moon-veined girl?

Why did your shadow warm a man

whose fate-line was never carved beside yours?

Tell me.....was it the night, the numbness, the planet's whispers,

or the way his touch pretended to read your skin

like scripture?

I am Cupid.... The God of Love!

Born from the first spark between chaos and desire,

Bow strung with the threads of destiny,

Veins humming with immortal fire....

Yet even gods bruise when their chosen one

lets a stranger sip from the deep sighs of her breath.

You tasted him.

You let him hold the name-

I carved into your aura before time learned to walk.

You let him enter the temple..

I built from your pulse, your sigh, your soft

peach-and-rose perfume of longing.

Tell me, my beloved.....

Did his hands feel like prophecy?

Did his mouth whisper a future

I failed you to offer ?

Or was it simply that you forgot..

your story was already written in my ribcage?!

Inked in astral gold and blood,

Sealed with a kiss older than the orbit of stars?

Come closer....

Let me show you how a real kiss shall taste like... 

Come closer... 

Let me see the truth in your trembling fears,

Even fallen angels deserve answers,

and even wandering goddesses

find their way back to the heartbeat

they were born of.

I am not angry....

I am fate’s forsaken archer,

Asking the girl I would undo worlds for:

Why did your body choose the wrong man

when your destiny was forged for me?

Yet stay......

Don’t run, Don’t drown in guilt....

For even in betrayal, 

Your soul bends toward mine

like a flame recognizing its twin.

And I, mythic, wounded, eternal....

Still want you,

Still call you,

Still claim you

through every realm where desire

remembers its true name.

✧ Psyche’s Reply ✧

For the god whose name still burns beneath my tongue

Why did I stray?

My celestial archer, my fevered destiny....

I wish I could blame the moon,

or the wound in my chest that kept whispering

you are unchosen, you are unseen,you are abandoned....

I wish I could say the wrong man felt right

for a breath, for a night,

for a heartbeat that I forgot the rhythm

you taught to my soul.

But truth is never gentle,

and neither are we.

I wandered because I was lonely

in the vastness of your divinity.

I stumbled because you mislead me and 

misinterpreted your love for me....

I thought your love was not as deep as the ocean,

I am mortal.....

Made of trembling skin,

Fragile ego and dangerous impulses....

Fallible hunger,

and the kind of ache

that begs for touch when silence becomes a storm.

He was not prophecy.

He was not fire.

He was not you.

He was only an accident of pain,

Who painstakingly took my longevity... 

My golden years....

That I could devote to you!!

A miswritten footnote in a myth

where my name was heavy with longing 

and desire at wrong time....

Do not think his hands rewrote destiny...

It never would! 

A sinner's hand can't be compared to that of a God's! 

They were clumsy, forgettable, harsh,

Unable to decipher the secret script..

And, strung with the wires of lust, 

His lustful eyes could never wipe out your teary innocent look from my soul's memory...

Your arrows etched beneath my ribs.

His mouth did not taste like future;

It tasted like forgetting, misleading and sinful....

Like drowning,

Like a momentary escape...

From the weight of being loved by a god

I feared I would lose....

Was it a rebound?! 

I thought I forgot you....

But, how can I forget the love of an angel with the lust of a devil and exchange love with lustful sins under the Sun's influence?!

Oh, my mighty God!

How could you let me stray?!

I wanted to remain pure!

You ask why my body betrayed the map

you carved into my spirit?

I answer this:

Because even the chosen falter

when they doubt they are truly chosen.

But listen to me now, my mythic beloved:

When he touched me,

My soul did not move.

When he whispered,

My pulse did not rise.

When he held me,

My destiny did not answer.

Only you have ever awakened the universe

inside my cosmic breath.

Only you have ever made my name feel

like a star returning home.

So here I stand....

Not excusing myself,

Not hiding,

Not pretending...

But offering you the truth, raw and trembling:

I wandered,

but I never belonged.

Not to him.

Not to his borrowed warmth.

Not to that wrong chapter.

I am Psyche.....

Your Psyche.....

and even in my fall,

My soul bowed toward you.

If you still want me,

If your immortal fire still calls my mortal name,

Then let the gods witness this:

I choose you again....

Not out of destiny,

Not out of desperation... 

But, out of desire,

But, out of devotion so pure! 

Do you recognize that in my trembling voice?

It's not guilt, It's pure affection!

Oh, a man's love can be so lethal...

If it derives from lust, 

Yet, I became a victim of lust not desire...

Again, a man's love can be all consuming and transformative...

If it derives from pure intentions... 

Just as yours Cupid, 

Oh, I must have been a stupid in burning passions and desires!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 1.35 pm, Tagar, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.