Muskaan Jadeja

Your fingers are tangled

In my heartstrings. 

You pull me like a marionette.

These strings of enchantment

seem so intangible,

yet as you pull away,

I feel you hopelessly stuck in me. 

Your strings start to look like mine, 

now I haven’t a clue how to sort this out.

The harder you pull the more it holds you. 

And then I think, it wouldn’t be so bad, 

you stuck in me, I stuck in you.