Blissful Bindings

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

