The strings that bind you,

Restrain your actions,

Your emotions,

The strings that make you a puppet,

Let me

Be the scissors

That liberate you from them all..


Filed under Love, Musings, My poems

4 responses to “Strings

  1. Whoa! Short, deep and nice Priya 🙂

  2. Sometimes the scissors are the ones that bind us! 🙂

    Destination Infinity

  3. hey welcome back to blogging

    hmm I think sometimes the invisible strings hold us in a way which we would love to be held

  4. priyaiyer


    thanks, gal! 🙂


    thanks! that depends on one’s perception, i guess! 🙂


    perception, again, i say! 🙂

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