Tharun_

Ropes of Nature

Invisible they are though felt

Binds to something with its occult 

Loose it seen yet tight like catapult

Free are you till reach a halt

 

One side pulls to truth and serene

Other to abyss and oblivion 

Uphill to placid, by default to debase 

Difficult to differentiate, harder to burgeon

 

Eager to come out, tighter the rope

If one loosens other entangles

Not to choose one over another

But reject both for utopian self

 

Desire of rope to be conquered

Will free up itself and make way

Extremes of abyss and glory will dissappear 

Reveals true nature amidst agony