Of Relationships

Of what are relationships made?

Memories which do not want to fade

Price of suffering poorly paid

Of these relationships are made

Even after it has gone sour

We hold on to it with all our power

Unable to accept the fact we cower

Relationships of these are made

Relationships they say are sacred

Then why do they sometimes end up in bed?

Better off they would be with labels unsaid

Some relationships of these are made

In some relationships a purpose is served

It leaves us in pain but was rightly deserved

Life goes on though without being swerved

Learn, of these relationships are made

Mountains of happiness we try to find

Out of molehills of sadness of the smallest kind

And thus the drama lets itself unwind

The reasons relationships are made

In the field of relationships the Ego plays

It needs to be petted in many ways

As long as it’s fed the relationship stays

To pamper the Ego relationships are made

Relationships we continue to seek

Until within ourselves we take a peek

All other relationships we find are weak

A relationship with oneself when made

Sometimes a relationship is too good to be real

But in time it dies a death natural

It’s apt, then, to give it a decent burial

Such a relationship, to be, was not made

Many a promise they make

All of which were fake

Where are they when you burn at the stake

For what was such a relationship made?

What would be the strongest bond?

Of yourself when you become fond

Sooner the better this realization dawned

With Self when a relationship is made.

Bindu Vidyadhar