Free Shayari for Girlfriend Examples

You smiled at the auto guy who overcharged, And he gave the change back, disarmed, discharged. That is the thing you do to people, to me, One smile and the whole city agrees.

I have seen the sunrise from a hill, from a train, I have seen the first light after a week of rain. None of it does what your face does at seven, When you laugh with your mouth full, half asleep, half heaven.

Your smile has a crooked tooth on the left, You hide it with your hand, you think I am deft Enough not to notice, but I notice everything, That tooth is my favourite thing about spring.

You laugh before the joke is done, At the wrong part, at the setup, just for fun. And I stop mid-sentence every time, Because your laugh is the punchline, not mine.

Not the photo smile, the posed one, no, The one when you win an argument, slow And smug and sideways, that one, there, That is the one I would follow anywhere.

They talk about eyes, about hair, about grace, I just want to talk about your face When the chai comes and it is exactly right, That small nod, that is my whole night.

You smiled through your tears at the station that day, Said go, I am fine, do not look this way. I looked anyway, and I still see it, The bravest smile, and I still feel it.

The pillow on your side still has your shape, I have not moved it, I let it escape Nothing, I just lie here and pretend That you are late, not away, and the night will mend.

Two hundred kilometres is nothing, they say, It is a bus, a nap, half a day. But it is also every chai I drink alone, And every joke I save for the phone.

I miss you in the queue, in the lift, in the rain, In the third song on the bus, in the crowded train. I miss you where there is nothing to do, That is where you lived, in the nothing, me and you.

I passed the chaat stall and bought two plates, Out of habit, out of hope, one of those states. Then I ate both, standing, looking at the road, And missed you slowly, in the two-plate code.

Your voice note is forty seconds of nothing, Traffic, a laugh, you saying something About a dog, and then, okay, bye. I have played it more times than I can justify.

The bed is too big, the chai is too hot, The show is too long, the jokes are not. Everything is slightly wrong without you here, Come back and fix it, my dear.

I count the days on my fingers, then start again, Twelve to go, then eleven, then ten. By the time I see you the count will be zero, And I will have turned into a hugging hero.

It is two a.m. and you typed: still up? I was not, but now I am, with a cup Of water and a smile I will not send, Just: yes, tell me, and no end.

You sent a photo of your ceiling fan, Caption: bored, and I began To write a poem about a fan, Because that is what you do to a man.

Our chat at midnight is mostly nonsense, A meme, a rant, a grocery recompense Of what to eat, then silence, then: hey, And then somehow the sun and the day.

You say good night at eleven, then text at one, Say you cannot sleep, say the day is not done. I say same, though I was almost gone, Because an extra hour of you is worth the dawn.

Typing... then nothing, then typing again, You are writing something you will delete, and then Send a heart, just a heart, no line, And that is the whole poem, and it is mine.

I do not care about the double tick, I care about the way you type quick When you are excited, three messages at once, And I read them slowly, like a dunce.

Text me when you reach, I said, You said okay and I went to bed With the phone on my chest, on loud, on high, Until it buzzed: reached, and I let out a sigh.

I promise nothing big, no moon, no star, Just to always tell you where my keys are. To drink the chai you make, even the weak, And to hold your hand when you cannot speak.

I will not promise to never fight, I promise to never sleep in spite. I promise to say sorry first, most days, And to lose the argument in the sweetest ways.

I promise to remember the small things, The day your dog died, the song that stings, The way you like your corner seat, And to never once make you feel incomplete.

When your hair is white and my knees are done, I will still call you the pretty one. I will still steal your fries, still lose the remote, Still be the fool who wrote you this note.

I cannot promise a big house, a fast car, I can promise I will never be far From the phone when you call at three, That is the only luxury I guarantee.

I promise to learn your mother's recipe, To pretend it tastes the same, faithfully. To hold the umbrella tilted your way, And get soaked, quietly, every rainy day.

I will hold your hand in the crowd and the queue, In the hospital hall and the wedding pew, In the auto, in the fight, in the last row, Wherever your hand is, mine will go.

Good morning to the reason my alarm has a face, To the one who makes the ceiling a better place. Get up, drink water, the day is yours, And I am here, just outside the doors.

The sun is up, the chai is on, The birds are loud, the night is gone. But none of it starts until you reply, Good morning, my love, open your eye.

I woke up thinking of your sleepy voice, The one that says five more minutes, no choice. Take the five, take ten, I will keep the light, The morning is patient, and so am I, alright.

Good morning, I saved you the last biscuit, The one you like, the one I risk it All to protect from my own hand, That is love, you understand.

Every morning is a small first date, A fresh chance to make you laugh, not wait. So here is my opening line for today: You looked beautiful in my dream, by the way.

Wake up, the world is late without you, The traffic, the sun, the sky is blue Only because you have not yet frowned at it, Good morning, my love, go ruin it a bit.

Good morning to my favourite notification, To the only alarm that needs no vibration. One text from you and my day is on, So send it, love, the night is gone.

Teri ek hansi pe main puri raat jaag sakta hoon, Teri ek chup pe main pura din bhaag sakta hoon. Tu bas bol de kya chahiye, Baaki sab main sambhaal sakta hoon.

Tujhse door hoon, par dil wahin hai, Jahan tu chai bana rahi hai, wahi hai. Ek voice note bhej de, bas itna, Mere din ka pura sukoon utna.

Raat ke do baje tera message aaya, jaag rahe ho, Maine kaha haan, jabki so raha tha, ab jaag raha hoon. Teri ek line pe puri neend qurbaan, Aur subah office mein main pareshaan.

Wada nahi karta chand taaron ka, Bas itna ki har ladai ke baad main hi manaunga. Tu roothe, main aaunga, Tu hanse, main jeetunga.

Subah ho gayi, chai ban gayi, Par din tab shuru hoga jab teri good morning aayegi. Uth ja meri jaan, suraj bhi tera wait kar raha hai, Aur main toh kab se khada hoon, tu jaanti hai.

Teri muskurahat mein wo baat hai, Jo pure shehar ki bijli mein nahi. Tu hans de toh andhera bhaag jaaye, Tu rooth jaaye toh subah bhi subah nahi.

Tera haath pakad ke bheed mein chalna, Auto ke liye jhagadna, phir saath mein chalna. Yahi hai apni love story, filmi nahi, Par apni hai, aur isse zyada kuch chahiye bhi nahi.