Lane Of Quarrel

A sizzling wind passed by Seems to be in a hurry of time Voyage that turns its form Spontaneous way that formed itself Carry the seeds of hope and lust Disperse on a land of peace Sprout on the meadows of solitude Rouse by the chirp of lovely birds Some way a stampede that split as tunnel Peace that shattered by lazy punch Ruin that barn on empty corners Mourn that argues on vagueness A breeze that passed in haste Blanket of love whispers inside Time changes it to a rapid force Tear the colors of life with numbness Life is an array of peace and love Worship it with a heart full of love A blow that takes to unknown shores Create a monument to grieve inside! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.