Outside The Tumbler!

Frills and fringes are defiant That breaks norms on the way Long run is still in the queue There mud that wrinkle the lucid Its mud that rest all the way Tear the norms of emotions That grabs the form of wisdom To conquer the land ahead Haste that controls its notions Clarify terms on that voyage That conquest the changes of motion Later that mystic the turn to a gigantic All forms that quill to eternity That spills the randomness on queue But the invasion was over There fills the tides of calmness Life fills grief in some turn There fills the momentum of vagueness But the flow turns to an island There calmness is not an endeavor! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.