Swastik Pal Chowdhury Poems

Beneath the moon my soul does weep
A vow of sorrow that I can't keep
The stars shine cold, yet never near,
They mock my cries, they scorn each tear
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You are the chiaroscuro in my serene abyss,
A chiarent flame in a world amiss.
My spirit, once fractured, now coalesced
In the sanctum of your phosphorescent breast.
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Your smile arrives like sunrise through the rain,
A golden warmth dissolving every pain.
Your voice, a melody the night can't hide,
It lingers soft, like waves along the tide.
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Dark is the night, and heavy the air
Whispers of sorrow drift everywhere
Shadows embrace what light can't hold
Stories of silence, Forgotten and untold
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The full moon — that's how I see you,
Perfectly shining, draped in imperfection's hue.

You, with the stars you so deserve,
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You're the first thought in my morning light,
And the last before I sleep at night.
Your smile's the spark the stars would chase,
The moon feels shy beside your face.
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I see you like a distant star at night,
Too far to touch, yet bathed in gentle light.
Your smile, a flame I dare not chase too near,
For closeness only makes the absence clear.
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