Strings Attached

I wander from place to place

Knitting many strings of relationships.

Some dear,

I collect them from life’s myriad phases

and I fear losing them.

Some convenient,

I build them with ease in power

and I take them for granted.

Some prickly,

I thread them by force

and I avoid them.

Some impending,

I wait for them in fervour

And I hope for them.

Some lose and others tight,

All my strings are not without knots.

Entangled with ties of emotions,

I am not indifferent.

I wander from place to place

Knitting many strings of relationships.

Untangling them is a task,

As fulfilling as liberation.