The Way She Is

[Ihsan]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

 

[debb]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

True feelings can be tracked in this lines.

 

[sparrow]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

Uff uff

 

[miamor]

"Sounds like love hit you like a plot twist you never saw coming."

 

[Winnie]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

Beautifully written

 

[criss cross]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

Some souls don’t just meet, they collide—
Like fate whispered, and time complied.
Not just beauty, not just grace,
But a presence that time can't erase.

 

[shivagni]

beautifully scribbled

 

[Joel18]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

Kokayikulile kalakaran niccc

 

[Ihsan]

True feelings can be tracked in this lines.

ya sometimes true, sometimes false but its feelings nonetheless

"Sounds like love hit you like a plot twist you never saw coming."

like a Nolan movie with multiple plot twists

 

[Ihsan]

Beautifully written

give some inspiration next time we talk

beautifully scribbled

waiting for ur next write up to come and create havoc in it

 

[Ihsan]

Some souls don’t just meet, they collide—
Like fate whispered, and time complied.
Not just beauty, not just grace,
But a presence that time can't erase.

and after that collision, some fragments of us gets stuck on them and some of theirs on us and we are left to live the rest of our lives with those fragments whether they stay or not.

Kokayikulile kalakaran niccc

more like kalikkaran

 

[Ihsan]

Uff uff

the first time i saw you, i thought a bright shining sun had been eclipsed by the moon.
nor the sun knows why did the moon eclipse it and neither did the moon know what was its role in this eclipse.
but for a brief moment the viewers were left in perpetual darkness!!

 

[shivagni]

give some inspiration next time we talk

waiting for ur next write up to come and create havoc in it

check my profile i do posted something new

 

[ＥＲＯＳ]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

ആദ്യത്തെ നോട്ടത്തിൽ കുസൃതിക്കാരി
പിന്നെ ഞാൻ കേട്ടതോ വാശിക്കാരി...
നേരിട്ടു കണ്ടപ്പോൾ കുറുമ്പുകാരി
അടുത്തു ഞാനറിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ തൊട്ടാവാടി...

 

[sparrow]

the first time i saw you, i thought a bright shining sun had been eclipsed by the moon.
nor the sun knows why did the moon eclipse it and neither did the moon know what was its role in this eclipse.
but for a brief moment the viewers were left in perpetual darkness!!

ആദ്യത്തെ നോട്ടത്തിൽ കുസൃതിക്കാരി
പിന്നെ ഞാൻ കേട്ടതോ വാശിക്കാരി...
നേരിട്ടു കണ്ടപ്പോൾ കുറുമ്പുകാരി
അടുത്തു ഞാനറിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ തൊട്ടാവാടി...

aiwaa!

 

[ＥＲＯＳ]

aiwaa!

ഈ പോസ്റ്റ് കണ്ടപ്പോൾ അന്നെയാ ഓർമ്മ വന്നേ... അതാ ഈ വരികൾ ഇവിടെ ഇട്ടത്.

 

[Hercules07]

The first time I saw her, I just stopped.
Like, really stopped—mid-step, mid-thought.
It was like the whole world took a breath,
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes—God, her eyes—
Not just pretty, not just bright,
But full of something deep, something real.
Like they knew things I’d never understand.

And the way she talks—
Not just words, but the way she says them,
Like every sentence means something,
Like she’s painting pictures without even trying.

But when she’s silent…
When something is weighing on her mind,
She doesn’t need to say a word.
You can just feel it, like a storm waiting to break.

And somehow, I fell for all of it.
The laughter, the quiet, the light, the dark.
Not just the way she looks, or the way she speaks—
But the way she is.

Nice lines...

 

[sparrow]

ഈ പോസ്റ്റ് കണ്ടപ്പോൾ അന്നെയാ ഓർമ്മ വന്നേ... അതാ ഈ വരികൾ ഇവിടെ ഇട്ടത്.

 

[ＥＲＯＳ]

എനിക്ക് തള്ളാൻ വേറെ ഒരു തെണ്ടിടേം സഹായം വേണ്ട. ഞാൻ മാത്രം മതി.

 

[Ihsan]

ഈ പോസ്റ്റ് കണ്ടപ്പോൾ അന്നെയാ ഓർമ്മ വന്നേ... അതാ ഈ വരികൾ ഇവിടെ ഇട്ടത്.

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