The untying ties

I wake up, everyday

and I find a little changed

everyone.

May be we all grow up

or may be

this is how we are.

As though the friend, who

I can no longer count on, 

for we lost us 

to ego and time.

Maybe, that's

how attachments are, we

forget the worth someday.

And bewildering it is

having the brother

who's there for me,

never here with me.

May be, that's

how relations are,of which

denotations get wiser.

She married happily, and 

I prayed the finest for her.

yet, her red & white bangles

exasperate me, while that

sister holds my hand.

May be, that's

how ties are, some are

slacked to build new ones.

We promised each other,

the span between today

and eternity, that turned

shorter than forever.

May be

that's how strings are.

The older I get,

the lesser I understand.