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INK DRIFT MAGAZINE<br />
Anushka Pandit<br />
The strands of love, the strands of connection, the strands which join two souls together .<br />
They break sometimes, which hurts.<br />
Hey there, remember me ?<br />
Long time no see<br />
Long time since I heard from you<br />
Are things okay ?<br />
I wonder how you’ve been all this time<br />
How’s life going ?<br />
Are all the strands in place ?<br />
‘cause mine are nomore<br />
My strands used to be entangled<br />
with someone I knew whom<br />
I dont know anymore<br />
Do you think the same ?<br />
Do you remember that person ?<br />
‘cause you know I need him<br />
My strands are in place no more<br />
They’ve broken, the beads have fallen down.<br />
They’ve disappeared , I can’t find them.<br />
The beads, they were, the colors of my life<br />
Life is a bit of colorless now<br />
Hey, can you find them for me ?<br />
Without colors, I’m getting blind.<br />
So how are you doing<br />
your strands in place ?<br />
‘cause I think I found a bead<br />
It had your name on it<br />
Yes I found a bead, it had your name on it<br />
Do you want it back ?<br />
Or have you found new colors in life<br />
This bead you don’t need anymore.<br />
Hey I think I know the person now<br />
It’s not you ?<br />
Or is it, tell me where are you<br />
I think you got your strands stitched<br />
But my stitches they hurt<br />
So I need my beads back<br />
Give them back to me ?<br />
If not you yourself, give my beads back to me ?<br />
Strands<br />
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