My love is not dependent

My love was dependent…

It would dance to whims

And twist to another’s emotions

It would sit up upto the death of night unpacking and packing

Wondering and pretending to know the way into someone’s mind.

But it refuses to be so any longer…Now…

It hugs the sun and feels the rain

My love dance’s to the beats of my spirit in the stead of whims

My love is not a ball of complexities

The ones that keep me awake, detangling the messy knots of string that are then my heart

My love is simply simple

Unafraid of explanations

Unafraid of truth

My love has broken it’s self-formed chains

My love is free!

My love is independent!