Strings of life

Simple as they seems but complicated they are,

Threads ties the objects near and far

Behavior of a string can never be predicted,

Direction of the kite; wind will dictate

As the objects gets far from each other,

Tension of the string will make them loose one another

Relationship has become formality,

Selfishness in it is humility

Tit for tat has become rule of thumb,

Sensible as it was; now it has become numb

Wondered a time without mobiles,

Relieved as none tied in the infernal chains

Days passes as passes month,

Thinking of a time; no need for such concern

Like a blink of an eye I wish for the day,

One will understand the true meaning of his stay

No burden no formality no need for show off,

Left the mean nature; one will be free from all the tradeoff...