In the silent chambers where feelings dwell,
Beyond the ink and parchment’s spell,
A language formed in gestures, true,
Where hearts converse without a cue.

Eyes, the windows to secrets untold,
Glimmer with stories, both timid and bold,
A glance lingers, a brow furrows low,
In their depths, the tempest and the glow.

Posture sways in the dance of the night,
Shoulders rounded, weary with plight,
Or arms extended, open and free,
In every position, our spirits decree.

Words may falter, choke in the throat,
But the subtle sway of the hand can float,
In laughter, a gentle, cascading grace,
In sorrow, a weight that time cannot erase.

Each heartbeat echoes a soft refrain,
An orchestra playing joy, sorrow, or pain,
So let us not limit the tales we bestow,
For our bodies speak volumes the heart cannot show.

A soft touch lingers, a brush of the skin,
The warmth of a presence inviting us in,
And in the stillness, when silence prevails,
Emotions weave stories where words often fail.

So listen intently, with more than your ear,
For emotions are symphonies, vibrant and clear,
In every encounter, let your spirit ignite,
For life is a canvas of feelings, painted bright.

In the gardens of hearts where truth finds its way,
Let gestures blossom, let love dare to sway,
For emotions, they whisper, they dance, they entwine,
Crafting a poetry that’s uniquely divine.

– Sudeep Soparkar