Hushed Voice

E xpectations: The most terrible word in the human dictionary, which is responsible for heartbreak, distress, fear and other infinite number of gloomy words which I can add. Sometimes I think that, Is it any way possible for not expecting anything from your dear ones? If there are no expectations then, how can the feelings be real? Because as per me, we expect only from those for whom we have unconditional feelings. A conditional person will somehow manipulate the circumstances. It is a universal truth that a mother loves her child unconditionally so; do we not expect anything from our mother? Yes! We do expect. Instantly at the second moment I contemplate that, from where do these expectations arises? What I felt is that: Expectations arise from mind. Our mind is the doer of all the calculations based expectations. Heart follows the instincts whereas mind creates the instincts! None could undergo what is wandering in our mind due to which they cannot fulfill the sam...

T he days are obscured when paa called me his princess, The exhort for fatherly love has put me to distress, My ecstasy was everything to him, He didn't knew that without him my gaiety will be at brim, Recalling the evenings when paa took me for travel, The care he bestowed to me is lost at every level, I always commanded to him my desires, Now I find none who even try or considers, I am an independent girl, But the decree of selfless love is at whirl, Looking back I just find his chronicles, I yearn that once again paa could hold my fingers

R estlessness was taking me away on my comfy bed, Impulse to meet him was making me dead, My imaginations were themselves confused, The heart was throbbing and mind was bemused, The looked-for day rise, Yes, he was in front of my eyes, For a flash I was dazed, His persona made me fascinated, Moments were flowing, And words were concealing, The wit was hovered, His deem to me was more bothered, That few hours meet is unforgettable, Only those are the memories which are reachable, Almighty knows the phase yet to come, And here I am in admiration which cannot overcome

Y ears ago I didn’t know him; still there was an itch to talk, His appearance every time astounded me, And the plea was to get our hearts lock, Time passed by, I could witness the coldness of distance, We never exchanged any words, there was no such instance, Hoarded by a miracle, we initiated the conversation somehow, The one I honor, is my friend now, Desire is to make this amity persistent, None knows what the count will do, But for me, he is the one who is consistent