Pine-Apple

It keeps me guessing with wonder
On the erstwhile blunder
As to who’s at fault to blame
Which burnt the thread to flame
Leaving behind a trail of fumed emotions
Calling them out as concoctions
Of lonely situations and a frail mind
Solemnizing ignorance with confusions to un-wind

It would be easy in life for us
At convinience, to ride the bus
Boarding at the station of choice
And get down at another without a noise
But unfortunately, life has no threads
To stitch relationships as one pledges
And then cut them loose once washed and old
Building new, leaving others dried and cold

:)

Ps: The cloth above is called Piña or PINEAPPLE preparing which is an extremely laborious job...Thanks to Farl