Whispers of Heart

Img Src - Pintrest  The clouds grey sing the ballads of love, And I immerse into the topography of your pretty face, The path that remains shallow, yet somewhere it’s deep, The Mariana Trench must be your heart— So hard, so hard to reach. The curves of your eyes and the jaw-dropping jawline, Where my eyes slide, skiing, The delicate smile that reminds me Of the touch of a feather. And then I swing towards the helix Of your ears— That seems strangely beautiful. The urge to caress your hair, Even when everyone is there, As if I own a piece of your heart. No lie shall I utter— My eyes drew toward you from the start, Even before any words were exchanged. As you speak with fascination to your own stories, The dilemma strikes: Which star shall I focus on? The eyes, the cheek, the forehead, The voice, the vein, the hair? Yet I love the art and the artist, And admire you with that Blushy face. Hours passed just like that, As if I were the passenger And you, the...

  Img  src - https://pin.it/79zM698id Dear Future Love, I hope you’re in the best of health and busy becoming the best version of yourself. I hope you have a good family and close friends (and I ardently hope you don’t have a girlfriend). I don’t know when or where we’ll meet, and honestly, I don’t think of you often—except during moments like this, when I desperately need someone to be there. To listen. To pamper me, maybe. Because, hell, some pains are just too hard to bear alone. At times, I do crave to be loved by someone—selflessly. The first and last person to do that was my beloved mother. But don’t get me wrong—I’m not lonely. I have some of the strongest, most iron-pillar-like friends who’ve passed the test of time and distance. But even the best friends have their limits, and maybe that’s why I believe in the idea of you . Still, know this: if and when you do find me, you’ll meet a strong woman. Not a timid, emotionally dependent overthinker. By the time...