Breaking Strands...

How it feels
When each strands that held us together
Starts breaking.
One by one
With every twang, another strand looses
Its bonding with the rest

One by one
The one breaks away
From the memories
The touch
And the belongingness
Like some one plucking
Petal by petal
Loves me, Loves me not
While the flower
Dies a slow death.

Wish you were here
Holding unto my arms
A promise of loved future
and a dying breath
How it feels to lie down slowly
In the loneliness
Of timeless
Fading death.

Sands of times run out, grain by grain

From our clasped fingers in shaking hands.

It feels so lonely - The slowliness of dying breath.

Om Namah Shivaya
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