Blissful Bindings

Wandering Soul
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

What binds you to me
What binds me to you
Or are there no bonds
Hence we continue to be strong
Endless bonds or bondless ends
Or may I say we are just friends
Thoughts run random in continuous succession
I put forth my findings, our blissful bindings

Sometimes it’s the sweet nothings
Sometimes it’s the romantic whisperings

Sometimes it’s her vivacious voice
Sometimes it’s my truthful temptations

Sometimes it’s our endless talks
Sometimes it’s our silent walks

Sometimes it’s my sympathy for her broken strings
Sometimes it’s her empathy for my tightened strings

Sometimes it’s her twinkling eyes
Sometimes it’s my wit on the fly

Sometimes I fill her lonely self
Sometimes she empties my crowded self

Sometimes she wants to be away from her world
Sometimes I want her to be my world

Sometimes I want to hear her noisy stories
Sometimes she wants to rest in my stony silence

Sometimes I’m the only missing note in her life
Sometimes she is the only music in my life

Amazed at the depth, every emotion I felt
I live her, I love her with my every living breath

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

Wandering Soul

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Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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