Hushed Voice

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