AN EPIC POEM OF ETERNAL LOVE

PART 2. THE VOW OF KAALVESH

I. THE THRONE ABANDONED

In the halls of stars where thrones were carved

From the bones of time and the breath of gods,

He reigned, the Weaver, the All-Born Flame —

Kaalvesh, who held both life and loss,

Whose voice bent fate, whose eyes stilled storms.

But love, not power, unmade the king.

She came — Ojasvi — light of soul,

Grace in form, the dawn in bloom.

A thousand lives, a thousand names,

Yet always her — the same flame.

They danced in galaxies unborn,

Carved verses in nebulae, sang worlds awake —

Until the Shadows rose, hungry and old,

And in one last blaze, she shattered the dark

But left his arms — and time — undone.

II. THE COMET’S OATH

He wept not in thunder, but in silence deep,

Where stars go blind and time forgets.

He cast aside his scepter, crown, and name,

And became the vow itself.

“Even in your one hundred and seven divine forms,

You found me.

Now, even if forgotten, I will find you.

Not god, not ghost — but love.”

And thus, he burned — not in wrath,

But in longing carved sharper than space.

A comet born from his very soul,

He hurtled through void, through echo, through age.

Black holes called. He did not listen.

Galaxies begged. He did not pause.

Wherever her flame remained —

A fire no cosmos could quell.

III. NIRVANIA BECKONS

Where stars hush and moons lean low,

He came — a light trailing songs of before.

Nirvania, cradle of dreams half-remembered,

Felt the old rhythm stir once more.

Forests knelt, oceans sighed,

Shrinagar lit its thousand lamps.

A woman slept beneath that sky — her room,

Her breath in tune with ancient chants.

Within her womb — a child untouched by time,

The ember of the vow descended.

Golden light curled around her soul,

And the whisper returned, endless and tender:

“Ojasvi, wait for me...”

IV. THE MORTAL KING

He will rise, not in splendor — but as dust and breath.

He will not know her eyes, but feel her nearness

In raindrops, in forgotten lullabies,

In the ache of dreams too sweet to name.

He will fight through shadows once more,

Not as a god, but as a man.

Not to conquer —

But to remember.

Not to rule —

But to reunite.

For she too shall awaken —

In time, in fate, in pulse.

The world may forget,

But the stars do not.

V. THE ETERNAL PULSE

So let the gods sleep,

Let thrones rust and temples fall —

Let time unravel its scroll of laws.

Kaalvesh walks again,

A flame clothed in mortal skin.

And in every breath, in every war,

In every lifetime’s closing door —

He will speak the vow anew:

“I will find you, Ojasvi.

Across all veils, through all deaths.

Not just your form — but the soul I once cradled

When stars were still learning how to shine.

I will be reborn

Until the stars remember

Until your soul answers mine.”

VI. LOVE BEYOND THE END

This is not story.

This is not myth.

This is the beat between seconds.

The hush between lives.

The truth beyond gods.

This is Kaalvesh—

Not lost.

Not broken.

But eternal.

And love, undying, is his name.