A Symphony Of Conditional Ties

By Ni-etso Timungpi

In a time where love wears conditions,

I navigate, lost in modern renditions.

Parents weave threads of an endless grace,

Yet, I’m adrift in this conditional space.

In this realm of maybes, I stand,

And old soul in a new- age land.

Not a choice but a constant query,

 In a generations where love feels weary.

In the currency of likes and shares,

And old soul craves deeper affairs.

A silent rebel in a noisy crowd,

Where love’s a puzzle, complex and loud.

Yet, beneath the surface of fleeting noise,

I’m an old soul seeking timeless joy.

In a generation that rushes by,

I long for love that won’t comply.

By Ni-etso Timungpi