Relations i am born with..
Relations i am being brought up with..
Relations i am told 2 be with..
Relations i am introduced with..
Relations i have messed up with..
Relations i have broken with..
And the relations i best connect with..
So many of them, perhaps countless,
Yet only one face that jaunts through my brain..
The treasured one as I call it.
The one which stands the other side of the road,
from where the rest of them seem to lack hold on my bosom.
Me standing amidst all pulls of attractions and affections,
and finding the magnet on the other side of the road most powerful.
It has its effect..what do I do..
Its the treasured one as I say..
Everytime there is a fallback..
Everytime there is a state of solitude..
This careless yet caresome bond holds the falling rock..
And place it well where it always stood..
The face not so perfect, the hands not so soft..
The words not so true and the person not so a dude..
But still the face is the only face..
The hands the only I hold..
The words I only have faith on and those I hear to feel ease on..
The person, my treasured one of course..
The relation I cant give up on..
The relation that secretly holds my strength..
The relation that brings all shades of me out..
The relation that takes me to the Planet Z.. ;)
