Narrow Path.................

Life moves on greasy lane Each turns a new shift Narrow lane that protract itself To the vagueness that is mystic Sometimes a fall to the unknown depth Scream that wave inside A battle that parches life curve Robotic wisdom lands somewhere Numbness that quill inside Hatred that seclude wisdom Wisdom that loss as a tide Seclusion that spill its strips Soul that moves on a cloudy craft Cling of life that not guarantee A feather clogged in a tempest Loneliness that bulge inside Grooms with wings not prohibit Weapons that grab with senses Senses that march with chaos A spell out of social life Sense and wisdom that diverge Alone in a deserted land Laughs and cries in solitude A timer that recalls something Life is a narrow slippery lane! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.