Category: English Poetry

You’ve got a goal you wish to claim,
Yet the road ahead is rough and steep;
You tremble with the thought of pain
And shrink with fear before the leap.

But remember that no goal was won
Without the effort of the strong;
That no great deed was ever done
Save by those who faced the throng.

So gather up your courage, lad,
And face the foeman in the fight.
Be strong of heart and brave of hand,
And win the victory to-night.

It matters not how great the odds,
Or how you tremble with the fear,
If you but keep your heart undaunted,
You surely will succeed, my dear.

So never falter, never shrink,
But face the foeman in the ring;
And if you fall, fall fighting still,
And rise to fight again, my king.

The grey sky does not understand her at all,
The same downpour she gets drenched in, hides her tears,
And the same clouds that have stolen the sun,
Days on end on her mind,ending in a duller rainbow,each time.

The grey winter fog whispered in her ear, caressed her fingers,
She thought it was Him who had come to meet and got lost,
Her warmth was reciprocated by chills and the spell broke,
She came out different,surprised to be greeted by the now blue sky.

In the silence of the midnight hour,
A poet seeks the muse’s power,
Within the stillness of their mind,
Inspiration’s spark they strive to find.

They listen to whispers of the night,
To capture stars’ ethereal light,
To embrace the secrets darkness holds,
In verses spun like stories untold.
With pen in hand, they conjure dreams,
Unraveling life’s intricate schemes,
Through the cosmos of their inner space,
They paint emotions, trace each trace.

They navigate the labyrinth of desire,
With words that kindle passion’s fire,
In the poet’s realm, dreams ignite,
Transcending boundaries, taking flight.
So let us honor the poet’s quest,
To express the heart’s deepest unrest,
For in their verses, truth does gleam,
A symphony of words, a poet’s dream.

I cry ,I cry
In shadows cast by fickle fate,
A tale unfolds of sorrow’s weight.
I bleed,I bleed
Where bad luck’s touch, with icy grip.
Through wounds that make the heartstrings rip.

Oh, cruel hand of fortune’s game,
Why dost you mock with relentless aim?
My twisted jests, thy mocking sneer,
Bring forth the anguish, the bitter tear.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s fall,
Misfortune dances, as if to enthrall.
I whisper, I whisper
About shattered dreams and hopes so bleak.

A lifetime’s worth of tears I’ve shed,
Each drop is evidence of luck’s cruel tread.
Is it because I am but a pawn in life’s cruel game,
Destined to bear the weight of misfortune’s name?

Through tears that fall like summer rain,
A strength emerges, amidst the pain.
With each setback and blow that befalls,
A phoenix rises, within these walls.

So let me cry, and let me mourn,
For in sorrow’s depths, strength is born.
Though bad luck haunts, with every breath,
I’ll rise above, conquering its death.
Through tears and pain, we’ll sugre above,
And rewrite the tale with a triumph of love.

But in this darkness, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope through endless strains.
For bad luck’s touch may wound and scar,
But Oh my resilience shines through, as brightly as a star.
I play ,I play
A game of life, Till the ominous cards Stay away.
-By Micasow_Gimis

A new day has dawned, a fresh start in sight,
A chance to begin anew, with the morning light.
The past is behind, it’s time to move on,
To embrace the future, and greet the dawn.

A new beginning, a fresh page to write,
A chance to chase dreams, with all your might.
The world is your oyster, and you hold the key,
To unlock your potential, and set yourself free.

Leave behind the old, and step into the new,
With courage and strength, and a heart that’s true.
The journey ahead, is yours to take,
With every step forward, a new path to make.

So take a deep breath, and take that first step,
With hope in your heart, and nothing to regret.
A new start, a new beginning, a chance to be,
Everything you’ve ever wanted, and everything you’ll be.

A love so strong, a bond so tight,
A couple in love, a beautiful sight.
They stand together, through thick and thin,
Their love is pure, their hearts within.

They laugh and dance, and hold each other tight,
Their love shines bright, like stars in the night.
They share their dreams, and their hopes and fears,
Their love grows stronger, with each passing year.

They know each other, like the back of their hand,
Their love is true, and they understand.
They support each other, through every trial,
Their love is unbreakable, and always worthwhile.

A couple so perfect, they light up the room,
Their love is inspiring, like a beautiful bloom.
They are the best of couples, in every way,
Their love is forever, and here to stay.

In search of who I truly am,
I delve within, an inner exam,

Unveiling layers, piece by piece,
Finding my true self, a sweet release,

As I walk the path of self-discovery,
The journey unfolds, filling me with glee,

Through self-discovery’s guiding light,
I hope, I emerge stronger, shining bright.

Staring at the sky,

I feel your presence and I wonder why!

Distantly near is your beautiful lie,

Infinitely distant is your eternal truth.

Galaxy by galaxy you make an endless journey,

Memory by memory let’s make an endless destiny.

May it take an eternity for you to reach to me,

For my love is eternal and timeless for you.

Staring at the sky,

I feel your presence and I wonder why!

Little do I know, the sky is allwhere but nowhere,

Just like you, allwhere in my heart but nowhere in my presence.

Love is love, no matter who you are,
It’s a light that shines both near and far.
It’s the bond that connects two hearts as one,
And the knowledge that you’ve found your special someone.

No matter your gender or who you love,
You deserve to be happy and free like a dove.
You’re perfect just the way you are,
And your love is beautiful, like a shining star.

So let your love shine bright and true,
And know that we support and love you too.
You’re part of a community that’s strong and proud,
And your love is something to shout about loud.

“Nature’s Embrace: A Journey to Refresh the Mind”

In a world of bustling chaos and strife,
Where worries and burdens rule our life,
Let us pause for a moment, take a breath,
And embark on a journey to find soul’s depth.

In nature’s embrace, let us find our retreat,
Where rivers meander and songbirds tweet,
Beneath a canopy of trees so grand,
Let’s discover the wonders of this enchanted land.

Feel the cool breeze upon your face,
As you wander through meadows with gentle pace,
Let the scent of flowers fill your senses,
And let worries slip away, mending defenses.

Gaze up at the sky, so vast and blue,
As fluffy clouds dance, and dreams come true,
Lie down on a grassy knoll, eyes toward the sun,
And let its warmth embrace you, making worries undone.

In this tranquil moment, let your mind take flight,
Away from the chaos, towards serenity’s light,
Feel the earth beneath you, grounding and true,
As peace wraps around you, like a soft, healing dew.

Let the rhythm of the ocean soothe your soul,
As crashing waves sing their eternal role,
Dig your toes in the sand, let worries dissolve,
And immerse yourself in nature’s treasure trove.

Breathe in the scent of rain upon dry ground,
As it washes away sorrows, making silence profound,
Let the petrichor of life bring you renewal,
A symphony of scents, an ode to the beautiful.

With each step you take, let go of the past,
And savor the present, as if it were the last,
For in these moments of respite and grace,
We find solace and strength to continue life’s race.

So, let nature’s embrace be your guiding light,
A respite from darkness, a beacon so bright,
In this mind-refreshing journey, let your spirit fly,
And rediscover the peace that resides deep inside.

This poem is about the love between the LGBT community

Never met a dusk I didn’t like-
I stand there, I stand in rame.
The abendrot shade of dusk fades me.
I feel the overwhelming urge to run away.
I look for a place to stay.
My heart fills with the eventing serenity.
I again look into the irenic dusk and feel detached from the bothering life.
‘The Floating World’ seems very peaceful, calm as winter.
I whelve my eyes that sees dead like darkness,
my heart feels a nostalgia for a time I never known.
I rise, I rise from the death,
I rise again.

From the vast expanse of the sky above,
Descend the drops of rain, like a gift of love.
They fall from the heavens, gentle and pure,
Nourishing the earth, a blessing to ensure.

Each drop holds a story, a tale untold,
As it touches the ground, a new chapter unfolds.
The rhythm of raindrops, a symphony divine,
Creating a melody that soothes the mind.

The parched earth eagerly awaits their embrace,
As the drops of heaven caress its weary face.
They quench the thirst of nature’s creation,
Reviving the essence of life’s formation.

The leaves of trees dance in joyous delight,
As the raindrops fall, washing away the plight.
The fragrance of wet soil fills the air,
A scent of freshness beyond compare.

The raindrops cleanse the polluted skies,
Washing away the dust that clouds our eyes.
They bring renewal to rivers, lakes, and streams,
Reviving their beauty, fulfilling their dreams.

In the drops of rain, there’s a sense of calm,
A connection to nature, a soothing balm.
They remind us of life’s cycles and grace,
As they nourish the earth, leaving no trace.

So let us cherish the drops from heaven’s embrace,
For they bring life, beauty, and a tranquil space.
In their gentle fall, we find solace and peace,
The drops from heaven, a divine release.

Raindrops dance upon the earth’s embrace,
A symphony of nature, bestowed with grace.
Each droplet whispers secrets from the sky,
As the heavens weep, their tears don’t ask why.

Petrichor scent, enchanting and rare,
Fills the air, a gift beyond compare.
Rain’s gentle touch, a tender caress,
Washing away the world’s weariness.

Pattering rhythm upon window panes,
Nature’s lullaby, easing all pains.
Misty veils cloak the distant view,
A hazy romance, dreams made anew.

Rainbows emerge, adorned in vibrant hue,
A palette of hope, painting the sky so true.
In every droplet, life’s essence gleams,
Renewal and rebirth, within nature’s streams.

Embrace the rain, let it wash your soul,
Release your worries, let them all unroll.
For in the rain’s embrace, we find solace,
A symphony of life, where moments interlace.

A solitary evening,
Sky felt depressing,
the sun seemed to run out of fumes,
Gave a warm orange tinge to the sky;
I skipped my evening walk to check-
If she was sitting in the courtyard,
but, No!
Mom reminded me that-
Grandma would be sitting here,
Preening her gunmetal grey hair;
On seeing me, she would scold me-
for not taking Shower early morning,
Her voice was weak and fragile at times, but-
had an angelic smile on her face,
Her eyes appeared milky when she was tired, but-
For most part would be gleaming with energy;
I have never seen her wearing shabby clothes on
Rather always clean and crisp,
Erratically, she was unsteady on her feet,
Ageing transfigured her skin,
It’s not soft anymore;
I went to the entrance of my house to check-
If there is light in her house which is few feets away,
But I can neither see any light nor hear any sound,
So I got out to check on her,
I started moving towards her home,
It’s getting darker,
I heard the wolves howling and-
hooting of an owl,
Strangely scaring me a bit,
I moved slowly not to hurt any tiny life-
Trying to survive,
The door was locked from outside,
I opened it with the key Grandma left by,
Gently without making noise,
I wander’d off by myself inside,
the tick tock of clock was too loud,
the bees buzzed outside the window
It was dusty and web everywhere inside,
I went into her room, sat gently on the bed,
I wrapped myself tightly in her blanket-
Regretting the days I let her live here alone,
Regretting the times I failed to spend with her,
Accepting the fate, there is no going back; but-
I’m relieved that she was around us-
In her last days,
Placing back her blanket,
Some papers under her bed-
caught my sight,
It was the postcards!
Some which-
I send her when I was in hostel,
neet and clean, carefully placed under her bed,
Some were written by her,
for she waited eagerly to send me, but, now-
She is gone,
I took all postcards with care but-
got wet with my tears, I said to myself:
‘I’ll keep them under my bed, so-
I can read-
What she left behind for me,
Every night, Before I sleep!’

I can hear the clock ticking by,
How it reminds me the lesser time i have.
Want to go out but can’t move,
Suddenly it’s hard to leave this temporary roof.

Is it the noise of the once loved music,
Or is it just the inner voice?
It’s painful, it’s making me sick
Someone make it stop or i will die.

Death. Such a beautiful word it has become lately,
But i lack the courage to make it a part of life.
Heaven or hell? Just an afterthought. All i see,
Is the darkness looming all around.

I can hear the cries, not so far away
How they remind me of those agonizing days.
Want to stop breathing once and for all,
Be done with complaining and praying to the white ceiling wall.

-Eva Mittal

As I walk towards the library, I feel like I’m in an hourglass.
Stuck here in this place where there is nothing but dark.
I feel the same every day; tired and sick.
The minutes are relentless as I end up looking at the clock.
All the foolish dreams, I once had, are broken.
Everything I wanted is out of reach in the distance.
You’ve moved so fast; too fast.
We used to walk together down this winding aisle
But you’re so far ahead; leaving me behind.
I’ll linger on and endure it in this unknown place,
maybe make myself comfortable living in the past.
But I don’t want to be all alone in this deserted place,
So can you take me to you now?
Will you?
I try to follow you but it seems impossible to catch up now.
I’m losing hope
I’m walking on my way all alone; not getting anywhere.
I used to be a winner but now I am at the bottom of the barrel;
I’ve been feeling insecure lately like I’m in slow mode.
I’m afraid I’ll be left stranded by myself.
At the same time, I’m feeling so nervous as I want to move forward
But everyone else seems to be blocking my vision and overtaking me.
I don’t know if I can keep up but I’ll bare it all.
These words,“It’s okay, you can do perfectly well” gave me a lot of strength.
I’ll stand back up even on the days I want to throw away;
no matter what happens, I won’t avoid it.
As I’m just getting started, there’s always other ways.
Many times, I’ll almost fall yet there will still be a bright future ahead.
I will never give up and aim for the limit of my strength
I’ve gotta fill up the pages of my chapters as this is my own storybook.

They fall and burn as I
Stand breathing , they wither away ;
Shadows of ashes and dust,
I watch till nothing remains.
The whisper of demise and despair ,
Fiery eyes of monsters grey,
Blazing flames and claiming claws,
The reason , the teeth and prey.
Glaring it prowls with watching eyes
clanking chains and shackles of rage
snarls and moans in dungeons deep
Echo loud in light of day.
But through she walks exalted
Mighty as thunder and fey
Beauty and terror of wars faught fierce
She burns in furore brave.
She lays by my side and i see
Not all has truly been lost
Faith and fire that was never mine
Prey deep in her divine.

Every heart is full of love.
Isn’t it so?
“Show kindness, compassion and mercy.”
That’s what we are all told.
“Let go of your anger.”
“Forgiving makes you brave.”
“Put up on a smile,
Even if it is fake.”

But the anger, jealousy, helplessness
That we try to suppress,
Remains unleashed within us,
Which makes us two-faced.
People are all hypocrites.
We all live with a lot of hatred,
But we act like that’s not the case.

Being an adult is scary
Holding up to emotions
Making a new memory every day
Just leaving behind marks of unhappiness
Time takes away the feeling of joy
Happy on the outsides
But deeper down broken
Everyone pleases you when they need you
Forget the moment you try to be nice
Growing up with a set rule
Sometimes no rules by the side
Trying to make every moment count
And be successful in blinking of an eye
Holding on to pressures and anxieties
Yet smiling for the society
Being anti-social
But influences take you away a mile
Growing into an adult is hard
Sustaining happy as an adult is even harder!

By : Himanshi Chadha

Your heart may pump blood
But mine, pumps sorrow
Sorrow courses through my veins
It rages inside me
While I sit back
And let despair consume me
It’s not like I don’t try to resist it
I want to resist it
But it pins down my soul
It overpowers me
Downs me like am a bottle of alcohol
So much so
That even my smile reaks of cortisol

In love’s embrace, a tale we’ll weave,
A gazal of ishq, where hearts believe.
With tender words and rhymes so sweet,
Love’s melody in every beat.

In ishq’s realm, emotions ignite,
A poetic dance, passion takes flight.
With heartfelt yearning, our souls entwined,
Love’s enchantment, forever bind.

In moonlit nights, love’s whispers flow,
A symphony of emotions, love’s glow.
With each verse, a tale unfolds,
A journey of love, forever holds.

In love’s sanctuary, we find solace deep,
A love so pure, our hearts shall keep.
In every glance, a story told,
Love’s magic, in rhymes of gold.

Let us surrender to love’s sweet embrace,
In ishq’s realm, find eternal grace.
With words so simple, yet profound,
A gazal of ishq, forever renowned.❤️

When the death has taken hold of me when all I wanted is to be alive you gave me the choice to live but I denied,
In the moment you looked into my soul told me to take back this hold
I wasn’t sure at that moment whether I’m ready to do what I’m being told here I’m in a new world in a new mould and I love it here it’s powerful and bold and ik I’m not going return to you it’s not right there and soo cold I beg you to free me please do the last thing what you have been told.

First knot,
Casual conversations
Nervous confidence
Words uncommon
Expressions unique.

Second knot,
Steps unwalked
Reversed feet
Unsent emails
Diary uncreased.

Third Knot,
Endearing trust
Broken silence
Silent presence
Touch untouched.

Knots, knots,
Shared heart
Arteries snipped
Infectious me
Immune Response.

Fidgeting not,
Thread stretched
Severed string
Unlike rest
Another knot.

Are you a fiction of my mind,
or just a way of my escape?
Were you ever even there,
or my longings took shape?
Are you sure you loved me,
or you’re just good at this?
Were you so ready to leave,
or did your feelings just cease?
Are you really the one I knew,
or do you have another layer?
Were you hurt when you left,
or at least, did you even care?

In the depths of sorrow, my heart does dwell,
A tale of lost love, a bittersweet spell.
Once we danced on dreams, in a world so bright,
Now shadows linger, extinguishing the light.

Like whispers in the wind, your love did fade,
Leaving me adrift, in a loveless cascade.
Memories echo, haunting my soul’s core,
Lost love’s lament, forevermore.

But amidst the pain, a glimmer still remains,
Hope of healing, as the heart sustains.
Though love may be lost, new love may arise,
A phoenix from ashes, love’s sweet surprise.

The fragile paper plane
That glides out my window
Aiming at yours
To the other peak of the valley.

Bulked with the words
Maybe couldn’t bear the load
Went rafting through the wind
But it came down soon crashing.

So I jot down less and less
Saving some for later
Destiny got it stuck in oak
The words that now soak.

Yet I folded another one
Gliding through, my eyes turning rosy
You closed shut your window
I lost my paper plane
And gained another sorrow.

The words meant for you
That you won’t ever hear
I re-read them
And end up writing more.

The words could never reach
The start was the very end
As you would never read
How your presence held me bewitched.

I surrendered in defeat as
No more like before, the slight winds,
That once made my hopes ignite,
My fragile paper planes ,
Could never take another flight.

My body is a memoir,
Written with scars and stretch marks,
Curls and curves and bulges.
Each telling a story of growth and becoming.

A story that I have failed to listen for a very long time.
Because, I dint want it.
Because, sadness was too much for me.
Because, they said that, that dress made me look bigger.
Because, when my body told me I looked stunning and I didn’t listen to it, but them.

They did not stay for long, but my body did.
Even through my darkest night.
Even after I made it purge out that slice of cake.
Even after burning the hair on my head to get them crisp straight.
Even, after digging my nails into it leaving behind scars.

It wouldn’t change, until I realized that the Kardashian cannot set beauty standards for you.
But only I can.
So here is my apology to you.

I am sorry for objectifying you.
I am sorry for comparing you to photo shopped perfect bodies.
I am sorry for denying you that one piece of chocolate.
I am sorry for those night where I hated you.
I am sorry for depriving you of love that you needed for making me, ME.

I am learning to love you while unlearning to hate you.
Give me some more time,
will you?

My body
My body is a memoir,
Written with scars and stretch marks,
Curls and curves and bulges.
Each telling a story of growth and becoming.

A story that I have failed to listen for a very long time.
Because, I dint want it.
Because, sadness was too much for me.
Because, they said that, that dress made me look bigger.
Because, when my body told me I looked stunning and I didn’t listen to it, but them.

They did not stay for long, but my body did.
Even through my darkest night.
Even after I made it purge out that slice of cake.
Even after burning the hair on my head to get them crisp straight.
Even, after digging my nails into it leaving behind scars.

It wouldn’t change, until I realized that the Kardashian cannot set beauty standards for you.
But only I can.
So here is my apology to you.

I am sorry for objectifying you.
I am sorry for comparing you to photo shopped perfect bodies.
I am sorry for denying you that one piece of chocolate.
I am sorry for those night where I hated you.
I am sorry for depriving you of love that you needed for making me, ME.

I am learning to love you while unlearning to hate you.
Give me some more time,
will you?

Your sea so beautiful,
Until the night falls ,
My golden smile so youthful,
When your wave calls,
So I grant you my shine ,
And your night sea swallows ,
Our blend seems so divine,
As we emit gleam from sorrows.

The warmth in your hug
Melting all my cold frozen tears,
Collecting moments
With desperate hopes and desires,
Wishing staring at you longer
Will somehow make time slow down,
Looking back at the storms we conquered,
And the battles we survived,
Rising into rhythmic shades of the sky
How beautiful is it
To have a heartbeat like yours
Beating to the tunes of mine,
Yet I get lost in agony
how is it fair
That we only get one lifetime
To live all the love we have in us

Mrs. Thoughts

Mrs. Thought was meddling with memories

Remembering and guessing those old bed time stories

She picked the embroidered cloth of old days

Stitched in which were some pictures of past and people lost in maze

The tick tock sound in the front wall recalled the forbidden plays

The moving hand sounded more profound in silence at slave

The clay kettle of tea was empty of its emotion

The saucer and cups yet had to be filled

with the causes and reasons for our notion

Her dinning table with the shapes of the worn out flower

Addressed the audiences in the chairs with words no louder

But Mrs. Thoughts likes everything at null

Her world brighter outside and the core at dull

With corners without edges

Some people with ages

All she wishes for is a pen and few pages

Metaphorically to describe her memories is easier for her

Blushing and gushing at the dawn in blur

Mrs. Thoughts gets older with every day by gone

But she never sits at silence , lost in someone’s arm.

In the end the story went like a ‘game’.
It circled back to new beginnings every time something went wrong.

We pressed the re-start;
With a hope that it will fix everything,
With a believe that we could win and fix it this time.

From starting new beginnings to going back and forth from bliss to pain and then pain to bliss.

No matter how much we tried,
We couldn’t be the person we wanted to be.
The strings were not strong enough to hold us.

We were not enough for each other.

The hallway reeks of rot, rust and remembrances,
wading its way to the rooms that have no part in its
building insanity, bubbling like spells from a witch’s
cauldron. The walls once warmed by the touch of palms
now lay dilapidated, paint peeling from the corners.

The spiders weave their web of intricate stories,
their octi legs rushing to complete within the night.
The moon shines through their silken art, gleaming
them like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Shh, listen to
the nightingale sing its ekphrastic song.

Dust and dirt settle over the edges of the portraits
of my ancestors, whispering and lamenting,
envying over the living. Do not go closer, for they
pull you into their chasm of eternal grieving–
My dear heart, do not pity the dead for their state.

The hallway sits like a metaphor for my grief:
the roses in the corner, once red and regal,
now whither away into the oblivion of decay.
The vase, once gold and gleaming, now breaks
apart into a thousand pieces to stab the ignorant.

The dark and the dim dance on the heavy curtains,
away from prying eyes, in their own world of ecstasy.
The hallway is memorabilia of all things touched
by dear grief, cries and sighs like a floating
ethereal presence on its worn-down carpets.

In shadows cast by moonlight’s gentle glow,
A heart once full now withered, laid low.
A symphony of shattered dreams, it weeps,
As anguish consumes, like waves of sorrow creep.

Oh, tender heart, now fractured, torn apart,
Once adorned in love’s sweet tapestry of art.
But alas, fate’s cruel hand has dealt its blow,
Leaving trails of tears where joy used to flow.

The echo of laughter, a distant refrain,
Now replaced by the echoes of heartache’s pain.
In solitude’s embrace, this broken soul,
Finds solace in memories it cannot control.

In shadows cast by moonlight’s gentle glow,
A heart once full now withered, laid low.
A symphony of shattered dreams, it weeps,
As anguish consumes, like waves of sorrow creep.

Darkness is the future for young springs to bloom,
hating is a type of darkness,
opposing is a type of darkness.

The world is filled with dark,
when I openly see darkness,
It brings me color.

The world is how you wonder,
it does not you wonder world
world wonder you.

dark collated very bright,
seems to be light,
refreshing yourself.

Kabar pe wo rone aye hai
Hum se pyar hai, ye kehne aye hai
Jab jinda the toh
Rulaya bahut tha,
Ab aaram se soye he, jagane aye hai.

Have you wondered about fear,
it’s in your soul,
but the dark never has fear,
dark is determined as an opposing,
but the world exists with dark power.

In the canvas of my memories, there’s a smile,
Radiant and warm, it lingers for a while.
Etched upon my heart, forever to stay,
A precious moment that brightened my day.

It was a smile that danced with pure delight,
Like sunbeams breaking through clouds so white.
A twinkle in the eyes, a curve of pure bliss,
A simple gesture, but it held the power to uplift.

That smile spoke a language, words could not convey,
It whispered of joy in the most enchanting way.
It painted colors on a canvas of my soul,
Filling my spirit with a happiness untold.

In that fleeting moment, time stood still,
And all the worries and troubles were nil.
That smile embraced me with its gentle grace,
Melting away my worries, leaving no trace.

I often find myself revisiting that smile,
Its magic and warmth, it’s been a while.
Though the years may pass, it remains vivid and clear,
A cherished memory, forever held dear.

For that smile, a treasure in my heart it will be,
A reminder of the beauty in humanity.
A beacon of hope, a touch of pure grace,
A smile I can never forget, in any time or place.

In the realm of silence, where secrets reside,
Lie the unspoken words, waiting to confide.
They dance in the shadows, yearning to be heard,
Expressing emotions, like a song of a bird.

Within the depths of hearts, they quietly dwell,
Stories untold, emotions they silently tell.
Whispers of love, like petals on a breeze,
Floating in the air, bringing hearts to ease.

The unspoken words, like stars in the night sky,
Shine with hidden meanings that catch the eye.
They hold the power to heal, to ignite,
To bridge the gaps, to make wrongs feel right.

In moments of joy, they dance with delight,
In times of sorrow, they offer solace and light.
But often they’re held captive, locked away,
In the chambers of hearts, where they long to stray.

So let us lend our ears to the unspoken,
With open hearts and minds, as a token.
For within those words, a treasure lies,
A bridge to understanding, where love never dies.

Speak not only with words, but also with your soul,
Let the unspoken words find their way and unfold.
For in their quiet grace, they hold immense worth,
Binding hearts together, creating a tapestry of mirth.