The Ephemeral Bonds' Plight...

Ambiguous are the fortunes of those,

who share an ephemeral bond,

carrying feelings in depths of oceans,

yet the span of a shallow pond...

this bond is but an escape from reality,

which judges such bonds to be an innocent fantasy

it is their yearning to flee from the clutches of this world,

only to devour their paradise's self providing ecstasy.

The conventions limited by their wits and comforts

ask them to give this "bond" an approve worthy name

not all bonds need names they wonder , as this is not of this world too

then why the need of labels to seek society's false fame...

Reality is but a cruel foe,

possessing the arsenals of time to intervene

reminding them of the predicament of today

of tomorrow's consequences and paths unseen...

the time part ways, eventually arrives,

how does it happen, I wonder,

for even if a fantasy, it's beautiful and tempting

too keen let in the present, making the present ponder..

the changes in them that we perceive 

after returning to reality's abode..

different paths from their desires they receive,

like a river towards an ocean their lives have now flowed..

Ambiguous are the fortunes of those,

who share an ephemeral bond,

carrying feelings in depths of oceans,

yet the span of a shallow pond...