Butterflies

Well, this is new!

You give me butterflies.

Why can't I stop thinking about you?

Did you cast a real spell?

You did say, you could do magic

With your hands.

Butterflies, they say, are the most 

Beautiful creatures!

Does that make me more attractive to you?

My heart paces and I am out of breath,

Every time I see you,

Or I feel you.

Is it me or is it you?

Do you feel the butterflies too?

Makes me wonder, how long will this spell last?

Is it already in the past?

What if it's more than just a moment's trance?

What if we're caught in a timeless dance?

Each glance we share, a spark, a flame,

Will we be the same, or is this just a game.

Maybe this spell isn't meant to break,

But to grow, to learn, to awake.

And whether it's magic, or simply not true

I know, right now, I’m enchanted by you.

Sparkles Everywhere?

The festive time’s here
Everyone is in the holiday spirit

The fashion fiesta’s abound
All over social media
And each one of us looks like an elation's pawn.

But we must know

All that glitters may not be gold.

                

AI generated 

If you are not feeling festive

That is fine too!

If you are away from loved ones,

Going through a breakup,

Dealing with a loss,

Or just feeling glum.

Getting up and getting on 

With life

That's the real festivity,

Let’s just embrace it with glee :)

Good for the heart

It’s an art

That you possess

That makes me giggle

Every time your face appears.

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It’s not just laughter, though

it’s light.

It’s the way some people carry

a little sunshine

without even knowing it.

Good for the heart, they say,

is anything that eases the weight we carry.

A hug at the right time.

A word that lands softly.

The reminder that even in chaos,

kindness is still possible

Adulting

Growing up means letting go

Getting your life together

Learning to stand in the winds that blow,

Weathering all kinds of weather.

It’s bills and deadlines, aching backs,

A thousand lists, a hundred hacks,

But it’s also quiet coffee sips,

And laughter shared on weekend trips.

It’s loving harder, though it’s tough,

And knowing when enough’s enough.

Growing up means letting go

But finding better ways to grow.

Hugs

The most underrated thing is

A hug.
The friendly hug,
The bear hug,
The loved hug,
The side hug,
The awkward hug, where one of you was actually going for a handshake.
We love it all.

We need at least 8 hugs to survive
On a daily basis,

A silent healer,
A wordless bond,
A hug can right what feels so wrong.
It mends the cracks,
It soothes the soul,
A quiet gesture that makes us whole.

So let us hug a little more,
Bridge the gaps and heal the sore.
For in each embrace, a gift we bring
The most underrated, beautiful thing.