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!
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SALINI NAIR
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