Relationships Poem by lalitha iyer

It is a chord of silk
softer and finer than milk
aching to break
when the passions freak

the line of love
touched by the affection ends
pulling side to side
urgencies spilling affinity's stride

relationships are sometimes friendship
sometimes married they worship
sometimes miss the same ship
and break off in the middle of tip

when relationships have many names
many cannot relate with other games
relationships are tangential
at only one point unconventional

when you meet the circle has infinite points
infinite are your traits and trends
the touching tangent cant cut each and every
and seldom it goes through the centre
to become the radius and diameter

when ranges differ
circumference alone they meet
sectoring or simply kissing the single bit
aching heart yearns for more
to be the diameter of my circle
of life and living passions
yet, relationships suffer in degrees
they conquer only one dot
and extend not to the centre spot.......

It aches to learn that relationships
which we wish, dont centre
which we dont wish
do centralise our life and plans.