The battle of two

They say love is blind
but many a times
i wonder whether its heartfelt or mind felt..
Many say they in love,
blinded by its beauty,
incapable to live without the other,
their heart would be broken.

How i was taught,
or how i havent allowed myself to feel,
i felt tht love is incapable
of any other thn love itself.

So is it love or obsession
that leaves us binded?
tied to possibilities of our unmandated lies
of our incapabilities to strive,
to breathe,
to being a being without the other?

I may not have felt what you feel,
or lived the reality
which is yours to document,
but i have been there,
once upon a time,
my footsteps, u traced..

Yet i dont understand ur yearning,
ur sacrifices of locking down
what only seems to be common to me,
your senses.

I speak so heartlessly,
while my own heart is in a turmoil,
battling with the one i called my future,
yet in the present,
surrendering seems to be my only option..

So i lay here,
in disapproval of your obsession,
while my heart shatters to pieces..
No pity in them,
for i am nt heartbroken,
i am torn..
Torn to the core,
and reassembling i do,
as i have done so many times..

Easily i go on living, breathing,
my sister i help to mend, to reunite,
yet with ur stubborness and my outrageness,
we seem incapable, mystical,
unable to decipher the meaning of the word,
whispered silently
and yet meaningless to its owner.