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Strangers yet bonded

When we first met , we were strangers
When we first spoke, we were trying to be friends
Maybe even trying to impress each other
Maybe even a little doubtful about each other
Slowly the cloud disperses as the time grows
And we grow closer
Gradually you become a part of each other
And sometimes even inseperable
We become each other morning alarm
Each other food and enegry
Each other's breath
Each other's smile
Each other's tears
Each other's pillow
Each other's dreams
Almost everything for each other
And suddenly
The magic bursts
Leaving confusion and chaos behind
Be it emotional or something
Needles out there are many
But the burst leaves behind the same feelings
It makes us feel lost
It makes us feel insecure
It makes us feel alone
It makes us feel negative
It changes the perspective of the world
It makes us feel drained
It makes the world colourless
We just return to be strangers
But with a bond
That can neither be broken nor bonded
Broken in terms of relationship
Bonded by means of memories
We remain Strangers yet bonded



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