Life is nothing but some random lines.
Some lines that are destined to meet,
Some that are so high and hard to beat,
Some are smooth and intoxicating as an old wine,
Some that intersect at the right point of time,
Some curvy which set things straight,
Some thick and bold with so much weight,
Some meet when it’s just a little to late,
Some parallels never share their fate,
Some questioning and challenging things,
Some flying high even with weaker wings,
Some wastage of valuable inks,
Some mending a few broken links,
Some are drawings that others draw,
Some paint themselves and are bold and raw.
Life is nothing but some random lines,
All die in the end, looks so same but are of so different kinds,
Life is nothing but some random lines…..