The lull

the lull

not unexpectedly, it arrives
a stage of disappointing resignations,
the phase of thinning away
of sky touching aspirations

the foundations laid
the walls built thereon,
the roof firmly perched,
will it become a prison?

having walked together
this long, this far,
turning back impossible,
waste of invested hours.

the wind that blows, soothes,
yet nothing new to discover.
freshness take a beating,
very little left to uncover

familiarity kills tenderness,
hardens the heart to stone,
moss around the edges,
the rose tinted glasses gone!

what binds now
maybe it is care,
but its no longer just love
some of it is fear.

yes,its a new land indeed
of dulled, un voiced resignations,
when love gets classified
into world approving designations.