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195 · Nov 2024
GALAXY OF LOVE
NABANITA CHANDRA Nov 2024
Beneath the vast and starry sky we lie,
Where galaxies in quiet splendor spin,
Each touch a comet streaking through the night,
As hearts collide and form a world within.

Our bodies merge like constellations bright,
Mapping the endless reaches of desire,
The space between, a universe alight,
Each whispered breath, a spark, a flare, a fire.

In this expanse, we drift from time and place,
No bounds to what our love can e'er explore,
Like cosmic waves that gently interlace,
We float through space, and ask for nothing more.

For in your arms, I’ve found my world, my sky,
A galaxy where love will never die.
40 · Dec 2024
I
NABANITA CHANDRA Dec 2024
I
I am the night, the sky, the flame,
A soul untamed, yet still the same.
With blackened eyes that hold the stars,
I wear the universe, near and far.

Curly tendrils, wild and free,
They speak of strength, of mystery.
My skin, the earth, both bold and bright,
It catches sun and swallows night.

My smile, a spark that lights the way,
A quiet strength that chooses to stay.
I am the muse, the song, the art,
A masterpiece that beats, my heart.

In love, I’m both the fire and rain,
The calm, the storm, the joy, the pain.
A star that shines through darkest skies,
A truth that lives within my eyes.

I am the dream that wakes the dawn,
The whispered hope, the battle’s song.
A force untamed, yet soft as grace,
I am the world, and I embrace.
33 · Nov 2024
RED
NABANITA CHANDRA Nov 2024
RED
Upon the canvas of the evening sky,
The color red, like passion, stains the air.
It speaks of love, where tender moments lie,
And pulses through the heart with burning care.

In shadows deep, its crimson light reveals
A truth within, a feeling fierce and pure.
A love that cuts, yet never truly heals,
For in its bleed, we find a faith secure.

Intimate and raw, its fire makes us whole,
It courses through the veins, a secret thread.
A silent vow that binds both heart and soul,
That we are bound, though we may bleed and dread.
The red that rises from the depths of night,
Is both our joy, our pain, our sweetest plight.

— The End —