Her voice

Her voice

To tell about her ways is just like rainbow just at the morning’s dawn flighting all the ways round the sky…. Describing was not enough to her flawless attitude that she maintained even through the digital verges of the cell phones…Not even a beautiful taj could trace her ways... but indeed I found her voice was simple awesome among the trillions of peoples all around me …. Not even a line would be persisting in her lips that would be discussed … and when she would be busy with the assignments for the next day tutorials with the white sheets of classmate book and looking forward to solve out the unsolved problems with one hand on the pencil and the other on the book signifying that a conscious student makes inconsequence when her mind would be diverted when a simply judgment of lateral inverse of my questions coming through the ear piece ….. With all round the hairs scrolling down the face with blush of smile would be enough for describing her ways in my best ways I could do … humbling over humpty dumpty questions when she is tortured about my status in her life a simple nod would be like offering treats to her roomies in short of her renounced verbal confession of her love… pondering for the ways to get rid out of the problems of abacus questions she made a vicious answer saying “I will think about it ….” After couple of seconds I encountered her that anyways but for you my answer would be …. “Loving yew never ends”


For that unworthy treasures that thud by…..
Just like the white horses dividing the sky;
Unlike the white paces of their hooves…..
Persist their printing on the unlucky grooves;

Admiring the love to be crook …..
I found that one fading away is my book;
How come I scroll my hairs round….
I smiled and gifted myself because I was bound;

Her drizzling voice beneath the air…..
Was unquestionable to that line why I stare;
Circling about her through the shining day….
Was awesome like the silver butterflies that play;

Unpredicted way that she almost need……
Was unlike because of those roses seed;
Beautifying the unusual aspects made me awake….
But indeed she was something like that splendid lake;


For that love which traced her mind to be in…..
Was unpredictable because of those assignments for her din;
For those lustrous words that she say……
Was making me insane till the next day;

With producing ignorance for being dear…..
I thought she is transcending over a bit fear;
Although I know love, you think is all kind of trouble…
But indeed if one falls is only because it is a sacred noble;

With all the symbols when I end up with how….
You think a bit and say from now;
Although you think if I come out bitter…….
Then I say come with me and make me sweeter;




(LOVING YEW NEVER ENDS)


BY: - PUPU MOHANTY