Victim of Entanglement

Bondage it seems
I struggle to get out of it
Towards freedom l fly
But after sometime

Loneliness, Abandonment
Touches my heart
With your invisible hand

I feel forsaken, aloof ,
forgetting my self
Again my existence lingers
For entanglement with you.

If this is called Love
At last it reveals itself
As a game As an illusion
             in which
My qualities being used
My self worth is at stake

A thought of use & throw
A feeling of victimisation
Engulfs my heart

And again circle starts
Repetition occurs
Once again it seems
Bondage

May be The free spirit encased
In the dove of entanglement
With platonic  love wings
Flying towards higher dimensions 
Ends the Entaglement cycle
Merging into  Emancipation.