#gestures
i fear the day that the sky turns dark red.
when chocolate covered strawberries taunt me.
and when dagger-sharp arrows fall overhead.
these are the sure tell signs that you must flee.
you must fear St. V, for he is peckish,
famished and preying for those lonely hearts.
he will seek you out and offer a kiss
and with eyes closed, aim at you with his darts.
you must not trust this pink and lovely day.
no matter the roses or the love notes,
or the sweet grand gestures and what they say.
St. V will trick you and slash through your throat.
So when that dreadful love-filled day rolls in,
go find that cherub babe, and slaughter him.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
If you have come to seek
Only consent & acceptance,
You will be poorly received
And denied at the entrance.
You come only to take
What you think you are entitled to,
As though it were not valuable
And as if it were freely offered.
In what you ask
There is no promise of reciprocation,
No hint that you will be grateful.
In your hunger for it,
The only guarantee
Is that you will want more.
You share no contentment,
No happy acts or jovial gestures.
The best thing for all of us
Is to deny you of our goodwill,
Perhaps it will cause you
To grow up
And be more mature.
If not,
It will at least mean the stability & security
Of our happiness & freedom.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
Go,tell your mom how beautiful she looks,
wearing an apron and chopping a tomato
or simply just adore the way she cooks.
Go,tell a knock-knock joke to your dad
or start a tickle fight with baseless laughter so tight,
but take a picture, while he laughs like a little child
because this magical moment would be the only reason you smiled.
Just sit with your grandparents for a while when they tell you,
all the embarrassing childhood things that you did
go knitting and gardening with your grandma today,
or just paint her nails, while she tells you her young age tales.
Go,tell your siblings how supportive they've been;
maybe in growing up or a career to begin,
maybe by giving a much needed Choco chip ice cream after a breakup or just a shoulder to lean.
Reminisce those beautiful old days with your friends over your go-to chai ki tapri
thank them for always sticking around
may it be
from the first day at school, the endless gossips, the after class fun ,college fests to a legit job interview
Celebrate when your friend's youtube channel hits1k,
appreciate them when they bake a cake for the first time,
listen up while they tell you something very dear,
dance and sing with them while they are ******* euphoric.
just be with them in their thicks and thins and remember how they have been there too.
because amidst the hustle,
our hearts will only be pacified by these little gestures, small appreciations and the feeling of being connected to the people we love,
maybe its about loving and showing love that our hearts will always crave for.
-vanshita gogri
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
...to weekday wake-up calls
...to monotonic wardrobe
...to the smell of coffee
...to blank spaces
...to conversing chairs and empty benches
...to long walks
...to midnights
...to back porch poetry and sonnets
...to sunday morning bike rides
...to gloomy days
...to days without plans
...to days with random plans
...to stillness and invisibility
...to taking chances
...to gestures big and small
...to love languages and unintentional kindness
...to the right song at the right time
...to words spoken and unspoken
...and to all i forgot to thank
...thank you.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
After all this time I still wait and wonder if there will be any type of gestures. Something that would show me everything I’ve ever needed to hear.
After so much time I try and realize this will never happen. Something in me broke the minute we stopped being us.
After crying for what seems to be an eternity I can only think of you. Something tells me I will be like this for a long time.
After it all ended. Something broke in me.
After it all ended. Something broke in me.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
and you sent her a title of the song you wanted her to hear
saying it was saying about the feelings you have,
you wanted her to feel.
but, she heard it before.
you can't blame her
but she did
she had felt the world dance around the same beat
swayed through the waves of the sounds with the wind
when she was on her way to the beach
one hot summer day.
she had fell asleep on the same song
on a school night
having to wait to be validated.
she have cried on the same song when he left her
now, ask your self:
are the songs really for her?
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
_Do not deny me,
The lines between us read;
A footnote of a smile
A miniature novella
Cradled in my palm;
Your hand held
Written in our familiar aspect
An epic journey of the soul;
A quiet collision
Of two still quieter gestures._
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
Through framed window
Drops of rainbow and the snow
Illustration or illusion?
Delusion of reflections!
What do you see in each colour?
Variety of her gestures!
Do you understand well? perfectly?
No treatment for that 'your excellency!
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
_Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.
Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.
Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go._
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
Alright, perhaps I'm listless
Drained, by my past now gone
So, please don't get ahead of yourself
You won't find what you're hoping for
But I do hope you're not disappointed
I can only be who I am, to who I try to be
But if you so choose to go on with me
I hope you remember what was said from the beginning
Don't tell me that you love me
Because I won't love back
Don't tell me that you need me
Because I don't need that
Don't tell me that you want me
Because I'm on my own
So,
When it all start to whittle
Remember every bit of what was said, every bit of it
Yes, maybe I want to be by myself
Not wanting anyone else
But I'm not
For I truly hope you're not disappointed
I could only be who I am, to who I try to be
But if you so dare, to go on
Don't you use those words, those gestures,
Or even make promises that hold no meaning to you
Because to me they will and once they do I hold on to them
While I'm easily crippled, to be repaired with side effects.
If I was to be honest I don't know either.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
She tickled
my curiosity
just enough
to keep me
fascinated
with the simplest
gestures of kindness
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Its late night now
Its dark and cold too
Yet here I am on my balcony
Wrapping my own body with a blanket;
Once again I am indulged in my own thoughts
As I stare into the starry night
And hope it won't disappear into the thick clouds;
Wandering as I go back to those times
When I was innocent and young and selfish
Never did I knew how grateful I am to have you;
I was oblivious- you were there always
Asking and making sure I was feeling fine
Whether it was physically or emotionally
Like you said once:
"I'll be here waiting- for moral support"
You were there-
You knew I was lying when you ask if I was fine
When I said:
"I am fine" with a broken smile
Yet you stayed and made sure I was to go home with a cheerful smile
You stayed and we talked for a while- oohhh we bought ice cream at that time too!
You were there-
When the time it was raining and I didn't brought my umbrella
And you lend me yours
And you walked- almost like running on the street
As the raindrops blur your vision
I was so grateful
Such wonderful memories!
And its still strong and going!
Going back to those times- even at this times
Makes me go crazy!
We're friends- and I don't want to confuse myself
With such sweet gestures.... With love
Because I don't know.....
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
When the storyteller of Don Quixote told me that love needs no excessive gestures
I felt it was true
And when you saw those words written on my journal
The same time we found the courage to hold on again
You said it isn't about needing though
It's about wanting
And that was what I've been trying to tell you this whole time
I didn't want you because I need you
I needed you because I want you
I love you
But it was only this time that I realize how true those words were to me
We never needed big surprises in public places
And thousands of pictures and social media posts
Although I would have loved that
Love found no need for labels
To know I have you and you have me, always
I don't think there's anything that could ever encompass what we had
Is there a label that could say we found what love really is with what there was
Love didn't need a hell of a roller coaster ride relationship to prove its worth because
You were right
When you feel it, it'll stay there
You just believe it
Not the kind of belief where you believe in something to make it true
But the kind where you believe because it is true
Love needs no excessive gestures
It only needed you and I
It only needed us, in our little bubble, soft glances, warm smiles, right by each other's side, with certainty and calmness we've never found before
Love needs no excessive gestures
But we had always made it so much more.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
I'm still trying to understand
how the sky emerges the signs to make meaning
how the star interacts with other stars
how the moon portrays the gestures
but I love to see the lamps in every corner of house from the window
and I think this is the language of light in the night
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
In the darkest of nights,
And the stars shining bright,
Lets make love.
In a special kind of way,
Your fingers running tenderly through my hair,
Lets make love.
When your eyes are reflecting moonlight,
Just hold onto me tight, and,
Lets make love.
Listening to your tempting voice,
With me appreciating you as my choice,
Lets make love.
The warm embrace of your arms,
And your touch healing my soul,
Lets make love.
A lil forehead kiss and nothing more,
With all these small gestures,
Lets make Love.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Whenever I think about being loved,
I think about all those small moments.
You know, the small gestures people do.
The way they go out of their way to say, "I love you."
With their kind smiles,
and teasing pokes,
and questions about how're you're doing...
However, sometimes there's just not enough small moments in a day.
And maybe that's why there just isn't enough people feeling loved.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
My love wants to kiss my lips, they utter her name
In sheer love she is extending a remarkable acclaim
This lovely and wonderful gesture celebrates aflame
Love and beauty are in one frame for common flame
From time immemorial she has taken my heart ,abode
Being a poet she seems to me a love sonnet and an ode
In search of love we have opted to take a common road
My love,love is in chain of your beauty like a-la-mode
Let us be together and to celebrate love in real harmony
Let's not whisper with wind rather communicate clearly
My love the universe has not seen such wonderful beauty
My beloved give your hand in my hand to cover journey
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
I like the words we do not say.
But rather speak through gestures.
The love that's brought through display.
And not spoken to us like lectures.
A kind smile and someones heartfelt tries,
is always a good way to heal,
a fractured heart and swollen eyes;
for those of us that prefer the real.
Words that do not have follow through.
Are as useless as they come.
If you and your words are untrue...
Then I suppose we here are done.
I like the words we do not have to say.
Rather, the ones we can speak through gestures.
I want the kind of love that's brought through display.
For I'm finished with your lectures.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
gestures unnoticed
a crime oh so trivial
yet it hurts the most
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
The world wakes gently today
humankind taking welcome pause
from inconsiderate rushing
unfamiliar faces become fellows
on this travel day we share
a young brother and sister
and their sweetly doting
hijab-draped mother
her smile, the rising sun
sit down across from us
kids munching chips
before an early a.m. flight
the brother got the last bag
of Doritos, his older sister settled
for the sour cream and onion
she attempts to negotiate
a chip for chip exchange
little brother politely refuses
but after seeing her disappointment
grins and hands over the whole bag
the same mother and children
leave the empty waiting area
return to find it brimming
a young father and son
settled, bag-laden, it would clearly
be an inconvenience to move
yet he respectfully stands
and offers their seats
his gesture, a prayer
the young mother
flustered, blushing refuses
profusely thanking him
as she pushes the stroller
toddlers trailing behind
to a less crowded space
our eyes lock, we smile
and I know we're thinking
the same thought
the world wakes gently today
and it feels good
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
In a universe of acquaintances,
My eyes happen to meet yours,
A smile forms from your frown,
As for a moment we recognize.
I watch you raise your hand
Like an alien lifting an extension,
Making a motion for friendship.
I follow your moments,
Afraid of breaking the norms
Set in place by confusing creatures,
Colliding two palms together:
Rough and brief.
Yet between the empty crevices
On our palms, wind blows through
Easily without obstacle.
So close, yet so distant,
And with that action, apparently
We are friends...
But I don't know you,
You don't know me.
We just share our obscure gestures,
Turn around, walk away,
Fulfilling a temporary satisfaction
That we are not alone.
I imagine this ritual strange
In the eyes of aliens,
Watching from a distance
Not as far as the space
Between our palms.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
Your eyes ...., your eyes are soulful, deep like the sea and sadness comes crashing like waves but your love for a person is infinite like stars, the blazing sun, and galaxies far beyond, your love travels and never ends, imagine finding someone just as crazy & in love as you can be?
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
As you held my gaze to yours for the first time,
I tried to stop myself from looking away from your loving gaze.
As you held my hand for the first time,
I tried to resist letting go and wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans.
As you held my body close to yours for the first time,
I tried to calm down to stop the rapid beating of my heart.
As you press your lips against mine for the first time,
I tried to stop myself from lifting one of my feet off the ground.
As you start showing your eternal love to me for the first time,
I tried to stop myself from shying away from you as no one has ever loved me as much as you.
{ E.I }
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
I can taste the kiss of last night’s rain,
its touch so gentle, as if my body
were a pond rippling from drizzle.
We humans have a language
we choose not to speak,
a brimming tower of gestures meaning
nothing, at least, until we say them.
Hands that float like foreign syllables,
twitching legs that jitter in time
to the anxiety of others’ conversations.
Posture can hold an argument of its own
the way it makes us sturdy as bronze.
In this darkness, I shake my silence
like a bad dream. I want to be honest.
I want to be a silver thread sown
into this patchwork quilt world. The rain
whispers yes. It says let me kiss you
so that your lips feel like they’re dancing.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC