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!