I was young. I was romantic, and eagerly looked forward to that perfect union with a soul mate. Getting obsessed with your exotic beauty, and the allure of an off-beat relationship came easy.
ogres of separation
concealed between layers of
yet untold stories
Deep inside the corridors of bonding, reality revealed itself. We were so similar. Both of us wanted to change the other. It was bound to fail, and it did. Your insolence does not surprise me today, as I see reflections of myself there. But at that stage, it did. Who knows, it might work better a second time around, with no strings attached.
midnight poison
takes me back to lands of hope
reunion haunts
Creative Experiments and More 
No strings attached, they better try again. Good dilemma again Reena
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Nice sentence: “Deep inside the corridors of bonding, reality revealed itself.” I like the idea of bonding having “corridors”.
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Corridors are about having depth, and also entry and exit routes. Thank you, Frank!
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Nicely done…..especially like how that last line of the last haiku ties it all together. Some good noodling with brands here!
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Thank you, Lillian! It was an excellent prompt.
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