possessiveness of the heart looses control by the time it reaches the throat
and the tongue has its own desire to be sweet.
the lips desire to understand them and hence close and open accordingly.
no one is hurt but me.
the mind is generous enough to forgive me for sacrificing myself.
and hence the story goes on.
They often bring tears to my eyes because I have showed them the way to my heart
which is little too weak or little too strong
because my people, they go away and I bid them goodbye
with the same warm hands that want to hold their’s forever.
And these people,
they have been my sisters-for-a-while
But how foolishly I overlooked the fact,
that “for-a-while-sisters” have a life of their own too.
how could I miss it?
That these for-a-while-sisters are for-a-while-sisters to many.