A MIS-WOVEN THREAD IN THE TAPESTRY OF LIFE

Loose threads & tangled knots,

Starring at unconnected dots,

Self designed plots didn't fell in to slots,

Always plagued by troubled thoughts.

Crawling infinity of melancholic colours,

Chaos of non-sensical textures that unfurl,

Where are promised beautiful patterns?

As bright as glowing Christmas lanterns.

Is this life a real tragedy or unreal reality?

Did I look at it from back side of tapestry?

Or am I one of those mis-woven threads?

Leaving gray fringes wherever I tread.

POETIC FLAVOURS