Strings,
So finely woven
Entwined with threads of truth,
Of harsh realities
And with every cut,
The weight grows unbearable
And the unbearable becomes restless
Until you're holding onto
Latching onto
Fingers burning onto
The last string
The last standing string
- that is Faith.

Tied Strings are a way Stronger !!
But See the sky Kites can't fly  any longer !!

An irreverent force
armed in localised wars
Flames of rage displayed in waves
Some strings attached
to bring about more force
Shattered glass and burnt bricks
won't fix what a voice is worth
But irrelevance when oppressed
blinded with contempt seeks to vent
So many mistakes are blamed to
create what is made of the states
Powers that be have a responsibility
to assist those in need without them bending the knee

The savior of the strings
The blade that softly stings

it was with me,
intimate
as a lover’s kiss

like invisible wings,
just the feathers that had
darkened a bit

an inescapable shadow
i was passively existing in.

my teardrops
are hanging on strings
and you pull them
just right