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In the softness of her gaze, a warmth unfurls,
A smile that melts the coldest of worlds.
Tranquil thoughts in her presence arise,
A tingling sensation, spine to skies.
Her voice, a melody that gently entwines,
In every note, a shiver divine.
Such is the power held in her eyes,
A tranquil force, where serenity lies.
Let her warmth be a guiding light,
In her smile, find solace in the night.
For in the cadence of her tender voice,
You’ll find a haven, a reason to rejoice.
She is as gentle as the rain, yet she holds the power of a tsunami.
Ariannah Nov 2024
I've been watching you
Holding hands with her
The way I felt
I could never describe in words

Yet, I still hid from you
I looked devastated
And I still do
Wonder
What did she do
To get to hold hands with you.
Tania Carvalho Oct 2024
Mouths gape
Dragging nails
Skin pulled
My hands gripped over their thighs
Skins melds around my hands
Sweet pungent smell becomes bitter the longer it sits on their tongue
Tasting more as I bite into their lip
Chests rise and fall
Tongue outreaching
Grasp for warmth
Their eyes begin to close
Steam waning
Failing to rise
Lokenath Roy Oct 2024
The music of silence
is just like an old sailors' story,
of a siren at sea—
lt lures you, when you are alone
in disguise of treacly tunes;
then rots within, alongside your soul
waiting to embed itself;
more into yourself.
—Contradicting the romanticism of being alone and silent
—for people who dont feel the same way
Lokenath Roy Sep 2024
Brittle bones,
knackered backs
look where have we been,
steaming
bickering
all within,
faltering legs slipping through the streets,

this man;
would you still greet?

Ashen lungs, falling through
bruised hands;
brimming of stench
been home late,
lately—

this man;
would you still put arms around?

old shirt pieces,
spectacles of destiny
uttering broken-frames;
for a new sweater
weaved into his soul-born.

this man,
would you call a miser still?

Look at those fingers,
go across the keyboard—
Look at the tubelight
light those eyes up
all night.

this man
would you still smile for?

For once,
let me know—
this man,
and his tears;
would you bear upon your lap?
--dedicated to the men of every family who have smiled after a long day
Lokenath Roy Sep 2024
It seems to be;
I walk, where your legs tire
I sing, where you forget your melody
It seems to be;
I have lived for you, when death was pasturing your heart
I have built for you, a world full of nothing but art
It seems to be;
I have not been there for myself, all this while.
—for people who forgot to find time to love themselves
Mazen Edlibi Aug 2024
For Ages I called myself Human...
With her I felt my Humanity...
For Years I thought I'm complete...
Because of Her She let me sense my Soul...

I Love her...Maybe...
I Care for her...Maybe...
I Protect her...Maby...

What I'm sure of...

Is that....

She is the Connection between the World and Me...
She is the Hope I hold within my Spirit...
She is the Light I walk in the darkest moments...
She is the Air I breathe when I ran out of any....
She the Faith I keep when I lose my battle...

I realized I love her with my stupid style...
I realized My Silent Love wants to cry with a Tiny Tear in Tired Eyes...

Keep shining My Love...
You are the Gift of God....
You are the Angel on my world...

Thank you for every touch healed the pain and soothed the tiredness...

Thanks for the laughters that you bursted out of the deepest chest...

You unlocked my truth...

Thank you my Angel...
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