Interrelation and Other Works

Love is profound,
Love is benevolent,
Love is fragile,
Love is myopic.

Love is the yearning upon a distant star,
A contemplation of when one might stray too far.
It is the unsettling question of mortality,
A search for meaning amid uncertainty.

What shall we become?
Nurtured by desire,
Driven by need,
Yet unfulfilled.

In a world of codependence,
Where careessence often masquerades as ownership,
Bound by an illusion of zero separation.
Let us embark anew,
Raise our daughters—
Proud,
Radiant,
Empowered.

Synthesis is gentle,
Open,
Whole,
Ever-evolving.
It flows with the passage of interval,
Neither a conquest nor a distant aspiration,
But an exquisite gift,
Rooted in the present.

Never reliant,
Never solitary,
Embodying independence—
Marriage,
Heteronormative constructs,
Womanhood.

Yet, this institution can compare to a sentence,
An entrapment that leads to death,
An imminent fate.
A man made prison,
Depriving existence of self,
Walled,
Caged,
Voices silenced.

Masculine toxicity pervades,
Transforming marriage from a celebration to a shackle.
It is not an accomplishment,
But a paradox—
To marry is to die,
And in marriage, one often withers.

Yet she is more than this;
She is exquisite,
Her desires are profound.
Her hands explore the confines,
Touching the barriers,
Yearning for liberation.

She believed in her truth,
Even in the blindness of darkness.
Where lies the end of these walls?
Where do the doors open?
Amidst lost promises,
Choices linger,
Free will ensnared.