Wounds Of Relationship

A heart too delicate, fragile sack,

Fixed inside the human rack.

It feels too deep pain or love,

Placing feelings all above.

The turns and folds of a relationship, 

Need the feelings, too pure and deep.

Roots of love and stems of care,

Holds the relation, in every air.

I too had a happy soul seeking blissful love,

Wandering lonely through the globe like a turtle dove.

A name that came so graceful, filled my thirsty soul,

I too had a golden chance to adorn my crimson bowl.

Vibes of love on chariot wheels, spelled in happy fumes,

Effacing darkness for a while, curbing mundane glooms.

It wrapped my soul with tender arms and gave me an ardent life,

Consoling me through craggy lanes and amidst dreadful strife.

Yes, indeed the scarlet tinge has held my human nerves,

My lips were hued in crimson hue with a glinting curve.

Brocaded wings had learned to fly amid the surreal skies,

Myriad desires weaved each dream dwelling in my eyes.

Anticipation grows with time, strangling the bird in heart,

Stones of ego creep inside to paint a bruising art.

Each sunlit day with amber hues brings more tales to play,

Cracks of calumny widen up to break apart each day.

Wounds grow deeper enmeshed in the cobwebs of trust, 

Tyrannous words with pointed ends break the vibes of lust.

Bit by bit, the plant of love dies a forceful death,

Fluttering wings of crimson hue yell in broken faith.

The gasping soul now seek for air to breathe a final time,

Counting pieces of broken dreams tied with a subdued rhyme.

The relationship is a cart on earth that runs on typical wheels,

Respect pulls trust and love with a destined set of deals.

The broken wheel may be the one that pulls the other two,

The dream of amatory destiny will never come true.

The crumbled cart of love and care will fall on earthen soil,

A lifeless cart with no worth will shatter in turmoil.