Your Smile Poetry Novels & Stories

I pointed my index fingers to my lips, and repeated, "Smile." "A wise man once said that when you let out a radiant smile, there are two things involved. One, you spread happiness. Two, people return your smile, and love blooms." "Wow! I've never heard of that before." One of the presenters said to me, and I smiled at her. "I'll start using that."

She sought answers in my eyes but found none. I flashed a wicked smile, my lips curling upwards into a cruel, mirthless crescent. The smile was thin, calculated, a mere approximation of real emotion. "Because you're useless to me now," I said, letting the venom drip from my words, laying each one down like a tiny poisonous dart directly on Zara's heart. Those words stood suspended in the air, a challenge, a dismissal.

Most of all, she wrote of the smile that had brightened her day in an instant. Her pen moved slowly across the paper as she recorded every detail. The sound of her writing was soft and steady. She wrote of the balance between the harsh demands of work and the soft whispers of hope that came from a single, unexpected smile. The pages filled with her reflections, capturing the delicate interplay between routine and the magic of subtle signals. Her words carried the weight of her emotions—a blend of longing, hope, and a quiet understanding of the distance between dreams and reality.

Her smile disappeared completely. A slow smile spread across my lips. "So...shall we begin?"

And smile. A slow knowing smile...

The nurse left after I whispered a few words to her. I kept my gaze fixed on Sienna as I placed the gladiolus in the drinking glass by her bedside. Sienna looked at the flower in my hand and instinctively shivered in fear. Even so, she feigned composure and questioned, "Haven't you ruined my life enough? Are you here just to laugh at me?" As I sat in the chair across from Sienna and watched her grow thinner and thinner from the torment… I finally did just that and started laughing.

Dylan stands beside me for another minute before shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. "I miss the miserable version of you already." I glance at him. "You complained about that version every single day." "I know." He shrugs. "But this one smiles for no reason. It's unsettling." "I smiled once." "You smiled three times before breakfast." "I did not." "You even smiled at a bird." I blink. "There was a bird?" He points toward the garden. "You see? Love has damaged your brain." I laugh despite myself. "I'll survive." "We'll see." He pats my shoulder dramatically. "If you start writing poetry, I'm calling a doctor."

That smile, those flaming orbs and that euphonious laughter. Everything about him brings a smile to my face. He is like a beautiful evening scenery which a tired person would like to behold for his whole night. He is like that sweet sunshine on cold winter days, the smell of wet soil on rainy seasons and that cool and soft gust of air on blazing days. In what words should I describe him, I myself do not know. God has made him with his own hands. His creation, Sanam, is incomparable. ‘Have you started writing poems?’

Cos she’s smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven Smile-smile-smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven Free from the pains of this life. She’s in a place where she’s alright. You should all live well to make it there. You will see each other again over there. She’s smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven smile-smile-smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven VERSE 2: I woke up with a bright smile, hoping today will be a better one. A thought of you my hope was trashed, I just can’t imagine you are already gone. Oooh, was that really our last time?

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"