Expectation-A soon to be archaic expression

Expectations, practically an element of past
Wise men must know, it will not last

Every generation brings up a new lesson,
Ours though have learned to follow their passion-

Independence is a thing for mass,
Believing only in the present will be our class,

Virtuous or sinful only time will tell,
Hitherto there will be many folklores to retell.

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Anathema of Desire

Childhood with unfulfilled wishes,

Meeting everyone’s expectations,

Her mind shaped up desiring better,

A successful future, beautiful life

She did want to spend it with someone,

Did her struggle conflict in a way with his wishes?

Overwhelming him, that she didn’t want,

Before he could figure, she took the step ahead.

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Over a cup of ice-cream

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Vanilla is always your choice,

Sweet and creamy, white, wonderful to your tongue-

Chocolate, I argued ; is strong , sweet and brown

Unlike you, it pulls me towards it.

Never learnt your like for vanilla,

Stopped caring for it, when you fell for Chocolate.

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Snow Piled Mountains

Compiled in heaps, all cold and white

They look enchanting , from a distance.

The nearer you go, there comes a realisation-

You could only so far , without being in danger.

Avalanches a common occurrence in snow piled mountains,

Realized too late that it could also kill a relation.

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In my lowest

Mental strength was what you needed to see me cry,

Did you have it in you , to hold me , ask me to let it out?

Deciding the fact for me , you walked out

My tears did not stop mid-way, nor did it wash everything

First time, I would say it was alright

But the second time, I knew you couldn’t handle me

Not expressing your emotions, you wanted me to put a hold on mine

Mine spluttered and in a second you were out of it.

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Expectations Null

Living alone , it is not difficult. The more we think about it , it starts making some sense.

When we live with anybody , whether it be our parents or partner or friends. Specifically for partners or friends we go into it without any expectations. Remembering the quote, never expect anything from anyone is not really easy when you are far into the relation. When you want them to put up equivalent effort as yours, but you know in the back of your mind ; that is not possible. They really care for you in their own way, but they are not you, so don’t expect them to do something you would have done. The other person is a different person for a reason, so he or she might have different way of working things out. What we must do , is let things go with the flow sometimes when situation allows. Keep our expectations null.

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Little Happiness

Thinking about chocolate chip cookies,

Breathing in and out the pleasant breeze,

Did I ever think , it is the Optimism?

Something I fight with, instead of the criticism-

Seeing the squirrels play around,

My mind feels active and sound,

This little entities of happiness, that I carry

Will never let me tarry,

Love from all of you,

Makes my life bright with wonderful hue.

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Intuitive

Believing in my intuitive sense ,

I took a leap of faith;

Would it be a mirage or a real pond,

Risks were plenty, the desert has a lot of them-

It is upon me to decide, which path to follow

And understand who would stand by me forever.

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Starting Over

Two days before the summer holidays would be over. The street was filled with energetic little kids bustling in and out of the books and other shops which offered valuable discounts for the upcoming session. He wanted to head straight towards the ice cream parlour where his friends would be waiting for him, but a certain petite looking woman caught his attention. She was passing through the doors of one of the most popular book shops unaware of his eyes which were tracing her movements.

He stealthily followed her inside. While she was searching for books in the biography section, he browsed randomly through Non-fictions. Stealing glances from the texts he could see the similar quirks which made him fall in love with her. The excitement whenever she found something new, the scrunching of her nose when a certain book had not been titled aptly; suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline .

He knew he had to face her , no matter what he had to talk to her. “Keya ,” her name rolled out smoothly out his tongue.

She slowly turned to face him. He thought she would be enraged, or probably disgusted ; but as usual she surpassed his imagination.  Keya was smiling at him , waving him to walk over towards her.

“How have you been? ” she whispered , eyeing left and right to check if somebody was eavesdropping.

“ The same as you,” really smart Arvind he berated himself.

“I always knew you were secretly a seer,” she then thrusted a book towards him the title of which said ‘LET’S START ALL OVER AGAIN’.

He was left speechless for a while , then as if he was struck with a bucket of cold water. Arvind looked at her with a sheepish smile “ I can do that.”

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