Unlock solutions to your love life challenges, from choosing the right partner to navigating deception and loneliness, with the book "Lust Love & Liberation ". Click here to get your copy!
Unlock solutions to your love life challenges, from choosing the right partner to navigating deception and loneliness, with the book "Lust Love & Liberation ". Click here to get your copy!

Gesture

Gesture

2 mins
182


When I look for you

Flash of my pupils

Let the feelings just flow.


The last seen of yours

Last message, even the missed call

How wouldn't I count these tours?


Even you follow my Instagram and Facebook

The double ticks of my status

How couldn't I wait to call you "BAE"?


I would ask your charger line

Just to have you smile twice,

Even you know I would carry mine.


It would take miles of lime

A long breath and a pause,

Before I texted you the first time.


And of course during the first call

When you murmured your name to me

I could hear but pretend not at all.


I don't have to love

Infatuation or a crush if I care,

For everything just of a half.


I would wish if you were

A thought, a beat or just a breath,

But a girl from nowhere.


I know you know

Even if you act like nothing,

For everything I want you to know.


It was never my gesture

That would follow your shadow,

Space of a circle inside a square.


If it would nullify me to this day,

I would shine high for your attention

Maybe a few more words I could say.


Last of my origin from my place

And the rich of your fame

I would still stalk you with all I can embrace.


I know even if I leave the shore

The night before with all my hope,

I swear to wait beside your door.


You may have nothing,

Even a thing more than what I need

I would still dare to care for everything.


The thought scares me more

The day I have to bid a bye,

How would I walk away saying nothing pure?


How wouldn't I fall

For everything, I feel when I see you,

Again and again day night all.


Maybe One last and first kiss

For a lifetime to carry with,

I would die if it would please.


I would just come by

And hate anyone that think

For you and even, they try.


That look of yours,

Screenshots of your photos, memes, and texts

I would still count them as scores.


I might have a belief

For every gesture you gave,

Even if you were innocent,

But I love you with all my mischief.


Rate this content
Log in

More english poem from Chayan Chakma