Life Stands On Two Hills

Life stands on two hills
Two hills not very far apart
With a deep narrow ravine in between
And no bridge, no rope to cross.

Life stands on the seashore
Staring at the water swallowing the sun
Aware of how the sand below it slips
Pondering over personifications having fun.

Life sleeps on the arch of the moon
On the edge of the highlands
And with every change in position
Is at a risk of breaking apart strands.

Life has its own mystery
Its unpredictability is the only thing predictable
Life seems to have no destiny
Love and luck all depend on the mind's cables.

Love and Hate get interwined
Fate crosses the streets not all the while
What is reality,
Even the virtual cries.

Life stands on two hills
And peaks never sit on hills
They sit ashore, enjoying
scorning over life balancing on thin lines.