Sweet and Simple Men


 There is a beauty in sweet and simple men, 

Who always speak in a soft tone, 

Lighten ups your mood, your darkest days and cheers you up with their silent prayers.

There is a raw beauty and aesthetics in such simple men, 

Their simplicity attracts the most complicated women! 

Women who have their own intricate inner world filled with bipolar complexes, 

Woman- whose world was shattered once and then reconstructed and she reincarnated.  

These women want simple men and a simple world, complex doesn’t anymore attract them. 

A simple man of honor and words is better than a man of complicated epistemic sense,

Men are most beautiful when they are all simple and innocent, 

Their innocence wins the heart of the most complicated woman, 

Their simplicity is charming and draws the eyes of the most elegant woman, 

Women falls for their caring nature that a cunning man can never offer, 

Woman falls deeply and hardly for a simple man with simple aura and words. 

Their character and inner world is as beautiful as butterfly and as easy as the gentle breeze, 

They bridge between the gaps of the mastermind and subtly soften the woman's complex heart and nature, 

They know how to make people feel flexible, and belong, 

As they know the art of belongingness and owning, 

They slowly and gradually begin to own the woman's chamber of heart. 

They are----

Sweet as candy, 

Hard as rock.

These types of men will blow your mind out! 

Women fall for their sweet talks and demeanor! 

Swift attentions and consistent efforts make them distinct from rest of all! 

Oh, men with simple nature and mind are the most beautiful yet elegant creatures in the world who have their own hype!

They belong to whole different era, 

They can make a new tribe,

Who can dance in their own beats and vibes! 

Oh, brilliance glitters through their voice! 

Perhaps, they are the 'Hero Archetype'. 

They say a woman's heart has many secrets, 

Its an ocean of vices and voices's amalgamation, 

But, I have laid me bare open in sequences through my arts and have shown you parts I have never let anyone see, 

My shadow elements- I have bravely admitted them and integrated, 

Individuation is completed in me, 

Now I want yours to be....

Do you recognise me?

My soul?! 

Now, I wanna see if you can consume the entire ocean in me or just float in the river like a hangover- a lumpen beggar who needs more and more but won't ever build something of their own... 

Parts of it is because of destiny and parts- they don't want, 

They like others things and likes to rely on another. 

Let me examine thoroughly if you are a hero or a pauper. 

Or, a bigot, 

Who is hiding beneath.



©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 9.52 pm, Tagar, Mirpur Cantonment. 

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