Astronomy of Us

No one warned me that falling for someone could feel like accidentally opening an astronomy textbook.

Suddenly everything in the sky began reminding me of her—blue moons, quasars, faculae, even weird celestial jargon I didn’t know existed two months ago.
So I wrote a poem that wandered through the universe just to explain one feeling:
How impossibly, ridiculously cosmic she makes my heart behave.

I’ve always believed the universe speaks in patterns—gravity, tides, orbits, pull. And for the first time in my life, I felt that same cosmic pull in a person. So I tried to capture that sensation, the astronomy of “us,” in a poem where every stanza mirrors the way she shifts my axis, pulls my tides, and rearranges my constellations.

This isn’t just poetry.

It’s the physics of being in love.


Astronomy of Us 🌌


So peculiar is the Astronomy of us

They think it's the same, but is anomolous.

Like this pull between us that

Feels lawful, ruly and also treasonous.


Your beauty of a Blue moon has me gyrating,

Your Celestial touch leaves me calibrating,

It feels like a Cosmic dance with you,

like double stars involved, oscillating.


Does an Ephemeris have it written

That a little rock–who's me–smitten

Gets pulls by/in the Facula,

Of your heart's compassion litten.


Everytime I walk by you, I'm struck

By the Gravitation of your presence amuck.

The Horizon's dream in your eyes,

Only I can see, for I'm in luck


Love that we have is Interstellar

Beyond the intellect of any terrain dweller

Janus himself wrote our story

With the Kernel of a star eller.


Your Lunar luminosity of brightest kind

Carves a Meridian around my mind

Enchanting me to roam in search

of your Nebular eyes, to find.


Orbitted by other asteroids small

You use your Pulsars shoot 'em all

And I stay far, twinking away like

A Quasar, enjoying every petty brawl.


But I too Rotate, waiting for a kiss

Mesmerised in your radiance Solaris.

Waiting for a Transit now and then

And after one, all I do is miss


Our love witnesses the universe

And now with the world we obverse

When they look at the Zenith above

So ideal is the Astronomy of us

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