Whispers of Heart

Notice or lose it, It’s there — in blushes, gazes, and subtle cues. Ever wondered Why they stick around like glue? Like electrons revolving around a proton, Their gaze freezes on you, Even when you’re gone. It’s there, In a hope to be observed, To be respected the way they deserve. It’s there, In smiles, in a bend, in gestures. You know it’s there When their heartbeat ruptures At your presence. They make you feel like an interstellar, artistic beauty — Almost descended from heaven. If they have ten, They still wish to give you eleven. When so much is going on inside, The heart works an extra shift, The brain drops somewhere, And eyes wander — Yet the mouth remains shut. So let them ponder, To wonder what’s going on here. Think… think… and think, You’ll get it. When words fall silent, Actions take the stage. Shh… No words, just signs — You just have to engage!

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...