I need to let go….

That string that dangles mid air;

The one to hold on to, at time of despair

But with time, even strings lose their strength

The pull, the tug, tearing them at length

Someone pulls the strings, the kith ‘n’ kin, we perceive

A bonding we on our own conceive

Then we build expectations, the longing

the long wait that turns to pining

and we cling on to,

to never let go-

and all at once, those strings break

to get wound in a tangled mess, the hopelessness to wreak

if only I would learn to let go,

to set free the being, the bonding, the binding

I would not feel the strain

Nor the parting pain.;

What is meant to be will be;

Let my faith alone be the string

that umbilical of the universe to bring

the one that belongs, will become my being

somehow ‘twixt Desire and Destiny,

what is strung, will, in someway, lead to me!