LOVE-TIE

That is a string you see

No no, not a rope,its a string

you don't hang on to it, you do that to ropes

strings are fragile, you don't even hold on

you just tug at it

so you see, you have to handle it gently

and do you know what can keep it strong?

be the layers of fiber on it?

There is one that of trust

it lays at the core

holding the string strong

and it can be blinding you know

the trust

it develops over time, and yet

 it is fragile too.

If mishandled,

it snaps right back at you

and all the years that weaved it

they turn into shards in a blink

So you must keep it strong

And then there is respect

Big word eh? 'Respect'?

It comes with admiration

you don't just have to love

you must respect, 'cause if not given

 the loved one doesn't feel loved

and then she can never be brought back

mind it my friend, never 

'cause she is gone and vanished

and the string is now broken

you keep extending your arms out

while she, never comes back

and your arms remain empty

forever.

Maybe, she has died. 

Never Hold On

Life has it's own ways of teaching you. Mostly, the hard ways.

Bring me not the hearts

That will slip away and say good bye

Let me not to the shards

Of broken links, that all but sigh

Lend me not creepers that are attached

Yet give me, that grows and forever winds 

For when, on hearts, are hearts latched

Another beautiful heart, it hardly finds

Take me to the utopia

where breaks are not seen or heard

or grant me the euphoria 

of hearts conquered, love unaltered

If not all this, teach me. 

To let that hand slip away

Not to cling and let'em be

Not to hold on, let'em sway

yet teach me not to give up

for lost hope is love lost and removed

teach me to let go....gracefully

for if it comes back, you know it is never removed  

Macabre or Audacity

Shun the society, and the norms,
They thought
Shunned they were, from the shalom,
They sought

Anticipated something, the daylight got else,
Alas! Abysmal!
The journey though the dark, the climb up the wells,
In vain. Dismal!

They seek no more than acceptance
A freedom
Macabre it is, even the admittance 
Hence, seldom

Felons they are not, yet now, are they?
Call it delinquency?
They only want to be happy and ‘gay’Call it audacity!

Reverie

I swivel, I gush, I rush, never easel

As I take twists and turns

I spiral, I merrily laugh as I dwindle

To the ocean where surf churns

I befriend the ferns, I caress the silt

I am free and a master of will

I can tumble and whirlpool and tilt

I am free and a master of will

Now, I am the wind and I sway in air

I play music through the trees that rustle

I run through the grass, at times I blare

I play with the kites that are in a bustle

I waltz like a breeze with the damsel’s locks

Stretching her lips as she savours

My cool, my sound, and my whiff, my mock

As The pansies in the garden become my players

I am back from my dreams, I have touched veracity

I am just a girl and I am bound

My movements are restricted, have lost all audacity

I am just a girl and I am bound