The Language Of Feelings Poem by Emtiaz Anwar

A flutter in my stomach, a thud in my chest,
Intuition whispers, urging to chase the quest.
The future call softly, shadows stretching wide,
Moments tangled with love's unsure tide.

Fleeting glances hold secrets we dare not tell,
Eyes reveal truths when words fail to ring a bell.
Each heartbeat trembles, echoing what it hold,
The sweet the bitter, the brave and the bold.

We sense who will leave and stand by our side,
Mapping our fate in love's tide.
Yet we turn away, choosing silence instead,
Fleeing truths that fill us with dread.

In every connection, a story takes flight,
A tapestry woven of darkness and light.
Echoes linger, haunting our days,
Reminders of love in its own ways.

In those shadows, warmth tries to survive,
Laughter shared, memories alive.
For every connection, fragile and deep,
Is a proof to love, waking and asleep.