Where the Bridge Still Sways

Between Ranaghat skies and Chakdaha rain,

Two wandering hearts forgot their pain,

As if in silence fate once swore,

“You’ve loved before… and will love more.”

On that swaying bridge where rivers sigh,

Where winds confess what lips feel shy,

The Jhulonto Bridge held us that day…

When truth slipped out and chose to stay.

Your fingers trembled, locked in mine,

Like roots that knew this love was divine,

And in that swing of steel and air,

Seven lifetimes whispered there.

From shared headphones on rattling trains,

To soft laughter in windowpane rains,

One song, two souls, a rhythm we knew,

Every lyric somehow sounded like you.

Your home… it didn’t feel unknown,

It wrapped me warm, it felt like my own,

Your parents’ smiles, your cousins too…

Loved me softly… because of you.

Kolkata nights and glowing streets,

Where chaos and calm somehow meets,

A river launch, the city in glow,

Your head on my chest, the tide moving slow.

At Rockland Park in Kalyani’s breeze,

You sat on my lap with reckless ease,

We kissed till the world forgot our name,

Till breath and scent became the same.

Beer between laughter, lips between sighs,

A universe lived in your dark eyes,

Even a stray dog you pulled near…

Because your love… includes everything here.

Mukundanagar ghat, the evening sky,

Reflected the warmth we can’t deny,

And in Greenhut cafés, quiet and small,

We found love hiding in corners of all.

You lean your head on my shoulder so light,

Like moon finding rest in the quiet night,

And I—lost in your scent so divine,

Feel basorexia blur every line.

You bite your fingers, shy and sweet,

My heart stumbles, skips a beat,

Your hands tracing slowly into mine…

A language no words could ever define.

You’re clingy, you say… but so am I,

Two souls too close to say goodbye,

Not chains…but threads the heart can feel,

A bond too raw, too pure, too real.

We hold hands like promises sealed in skin,

We kiss like forever is tucked within,

We exchange breaths…slow, deep, true,

Like life itself flows me to you.

And those hickeys—soft marks we leave,

Not just desire… but “you’re mine” we believe,

A silent stamp, not to control or claim,

But to whisper…we burn in the same flame.

We healed each other without a cure,

Made broken pieces feel secure,

Now addicted—not to pain, but to love so wide,

Where you are my peace, my chaos, my tide.

We watched Bhooth Bangla in Ranaghat light,

But nothing haunted us that night,

Because fear dissolves where love is near…

And I found forever sitting right here.

So if the myth is true, that red string tied,

Across time, distance, fate and pride,

Then every step, every place we knew,

Was destiny pulling me closer to you.

From Chakdaha lanes to Ranaghat skies,

From soft whispers to breathless sighs,

If seven lives we’ve loved this way…

Then I’ll choose you… in every lifetime, every day.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY