• manohar95 46w


    These bonds do not last our sight
    Yet they propel us towards deeper sorrow
    Trapping us in incessant longing

    Seemingly out of our conscious reach,
    They thrive unquestioned
    As a mix of sweet and sour

    The sweetness appeared to matter
    The sourness never more flatter
    Under their drowsy spell,
    Our decisions go astray

    But they do not last our sight
    Our mighty thought can break the shackles
    Our self-enquiry can leave them in shambles.