Ekphrastic
The Language of Eyes
The Language of Eyes Silence spoke, the tongue stepped back, I've always voiced the words I lack. But from today, let beauty rise, Through the language of the eyes. Try to speak without a sound, Let deep emotions swirl around. A single gaze, a quiet stream, Translates the heart without a scheme. Lost in eyes, no need to say, Drifting, floating far away. You feel, you see, no fear, no lies, A world unfolds in silent ties. The language of eyes, a truth untold, A speech of minds, pure and bold. No need to mask, no need to hide, Its honesty stands, side by side. Want to test the words unspoken? Look within—the truth is open. A single glance, a silent call, The eyes will always say it all.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Poets











