It is a chord of silk <br />softer and finer than milk <br />aching to break <br />when the passions freak <br /> <br />the line of love <br />touched by the affection ends <br />pulling side to side <br />urgencies spilling affinity's stride <br /> <br />relationships are sometimes friendship <br />sometimes married they worship <br />sometimes miss the same ship <br />and break off in the middle of tip <br /> <br />when relationships have many names <br />many cannot relate with other games <br />relationships are tangential <br />at only one point unconventional <br /> <br />when you meet the circle has infinite points <br />infinite are your traits and trends <br />the touching tangent cant cut each and every <br />and seldom it goes through the centre <br />to become the radius and diameter <br /> <br />when ranges differ <br />circumference alone they meet <br />sectoring or simply kissing the single bit <br />aching heart yearns for more <br />to be the diameter of my circle <br />of life and living passions <br />yet, relationships suffer in degrees <br />they conquer only one dot <br />and extend not to the centre spot....... <br /> <br />It aches to learn that relationships <br />which we wish, dont centre <br />which we dont wish <br />do centralise our life and plans.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/relationships-27/
