The two sides

The two sides

diminished by hardly any line

sleeping side by side

one gloomy

staring by wall

staring to make, apple fall

looking at sky 

maybe making efforts, to make heavens cry 

other side 

rises and awakens slow 

rubbing the eyes that glows

hit by muse 

writing and inking many a flows

One notes  mistakes

regrets streaks 

it made in flow

how sudden 

in evenings other rise

exclaims, to win tonight 

woes to work harder this time

one decides to give up 

take another flow

change the direction to steer

while other isn’t willing to give up

wishes to row more

maybe a bit different approach 

the dilemmas 

that fight 

mind, the battlefield

where the warriors rise 

which boat  shall soul  take ?

the new 

or  one it was travelling late ?

leave it to destiny

or  ticking time,

the traveller says, as it passes by….