No Word Was Spoken Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

No Word was Spoken

It was the eyes that met—
Cheeks that blushed—
Lips that trembled—
And it was the hearts that felt.

No word was spoken,
but breath grew heavy,
timid in its rhythm,
as if afraid
to break the stillness between.

A gaze held too long,
not bold,
but deep—
like fingers tracing
yet never touching.

The nearness was slow,
like dusk folding into night,
inevitable,
yet unhurried.

Time softened,
air thickened,
skin recalled a warmth
it had never known.

Their silence was not empty.
It was full—
of almosts,
of aching pauses,
of hands that didn't move
but wanted to.

They stood
on the edge of a moment
that might never return,
where the body listens
beyond what the mind dares.

And still—
they did not kiss,
they did not speak,
but something passed
between skin and soul
so intimate,
even the stars
looked away.

Susanta Pattnayak