Bondage

When two minds become one

the consummation of the space between

leaves remnants of cold calculating desire

A desire that begins a set of dominoes

From childhood we are taught

that any form of relationship is

one that should remain valuable

towards the heart and soul.

But the say:

what looks simple to the eye

is complex for the heart

to a certain point that the heart becomes your eye.

In life we are bound to one another

not necessarily by choice at first

but by nature’s unforgiving destiny

no one can mutiny.

We are bound to each other

not by that bond which we say we are

but by that bond made in the darkness of night

that makes us cower from the sea of people in daylight

Love is that bond,

Love is that dream of perfection

Love is unexplainable but we

assume that we understand it.

It is a pack of lies

A pack of secrets that one pour out

to another.

That is what is bound to bind us.

So helplessly we are;

when those pure dreams are shattered

by the unprecedented truth that unveils

the true colour of oneself.