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Every Tryst a Cosmic clash



I met my inamorato on the environs,

Oh & when we met it created a cosmic clash,

When he held my hand close to his heart it felt,

Like ring nebula which got Messier 57 times.


But God his touch so enchanting,

Those apocalypse lips making kissing feel,

Like NGC 6302 and damn he gives me those butterfly.


Together we had started painting the Andromeda on our canvas,

"Aphrodite, my love" he said, as he glanced into my brunette eyes,

"I would love you in this catastrophic world & provide you with the best I can offer,

for you my love has given meaning to my life."


& slowly my hands went on his lips as my blood rushed down the surface of my cheek making me blush like blooming cherry,

"Oh dear", I said " You already have spoken all 5 love languages,

What more could I ask for, For you my love has given me the most precious gift".


Languorously I lived in the multitudes like loner,

For I lived mutterseelenallein.

Until a day I found a soul solicitous,

who wasn't just a vicenarian in limerence,

I knew we were pragmatic lovers,

bonded by yuafen.


I knew we were tied by red string of fate,

Bonded by the three knots of love , trinity & infinity.

Centennials kept comparing love to roses,

For thee my lover was a gardenias,

his love was a refinement & snow dust of purity.


In this colossal celestial crystalline ocean,

For thee my lover is like Sea of Stars from Maldives,

Like 2 immortal lovers they kept swimming like Turritopsis dohrnii,

& on the shores of this sea of stars 

met 2 souls with interwined hearts.


A soul conscientious,

For she knew with the first glance in his glistening eyes,

He was her soulmate split by Zeus,

& she whispered in his ears ,'Bonjour twin flame!'


For you my Luna, I was Selene,

While I remain just a star in this constellation of Scorpius,

You made sure I shined by your side in this heavenly sky of yours,

While you captivated each spectator with your charm.


Oh there shines my beloved moon,

Oh he's the king of the night sky,

My love shines brightest of them all,

Oh he makes the darkness fade with his charismatic presence.


For they were just humans releasing endorphins,dopamine & oxytocin,

Or they were telepathic sapiens with eonian adoration for each other.

For their love grew with each passing day like rich wine,

adding more essence & aroma to their relationship.


& they lied in the triangular theory of love at the core of it's heart making consummate love.

And their love so perfect & eye-deceiving makin' it trompe-l'oeil,

Together they kept loving each other in each archverse,

They passed all the arcs reaching beyond omniverse,

And these pragmatic lovers lived happily ever after,

For their love had passed the transcendentem continuum,

& Hence their each trysts,

created a cosmic clash as she met her inamorato on the environs.


                         - Anuradha Tibile 

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