Hurt Fandom

Enmeshed in ties of blood,

Strung by an umbilical cord

With its snapping, a bud

Comes to life, that almighty accords


Besieged by inherent emotional bond

Through the journey all along

Flourish affiliations so fond

That one dreads to trample upon


Some gravitate for the love of craft

To others, intellect appeals by far

Rest connect with purity of soul

Cherishing memories of chosen heroes


Their legacy of accomplishments so inspiring

Radiate a cult like influence

Infusing hope in budding talents

Who otherwise by failure get dismayed


Hunky-dory the relationships seem

Till the moment they last

When providence casts a shadow of death

It dawns, how transient and fragile they are


In conjunction with emotions lies pain

For bereavement, none can be arraigned

Wish life came into existence

Without the frills of human intervention


The same bud that once moistened eyes

On its inception with tears of joy

While the soul departs from its body

Evokes wails and leaves us teary eyed

Forlorn Souls

Three forlorn souls

In different isolated nooks

Sullen in their heads

A life of dissidence brook


Reticence being the hallmark of the two

Delving into their minds, none could do

Tantrums and disdain for the third

Forms their agenda without a cue


Surreptitiously stumbling across searches

Gave an insight into an unnerving scare

Could it be manifestation of depression?

Does this symptom not even adolescents spare


Laying down expectations in vague terms,

Lot like a puzzle to unscramble

Only to show aggression and outshout the other

Upon failing to decipher the cryptic tangle


The key to any form of rapport

Stems from exchange of thoughts

Loathe they both, exercising their vocal chords

This bridge of Communication was long lost


Underlining inadequacies isn’t always an eye-opener

Respect and restraint forms the crux of every bond

All relationships need constant nurturing

Cohesion cannot be forged with a magic wand