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