The Betrayal...

There is a thin line that separates the Trust from Betrayal
As think as the speck of doubt in the core of a faithful heart
Stretching all over till the Yes and No are separated
The heart walking on the thin rope between the Yes and No
Where sanity of mind tries to unlock the closed Doors...
The key vanishing between the Question and An Answer !
Thin line yet thick in its very existence,
Eyes that see the Kite flying high in the Sky and the breaking Manja,
A think line that divides the Mind in to two different Worlds,
A void and Crowd seen together with the eyes that conceive a tear of joy and pain,
Thought that diverges somewhere down the lane
Where The Light transforms into Dark Loop and The Dark path shines as bright as the inferno !
Seeds of honesty sprouting in to Weeds segregating Unseen from the Seen...

Its the Door that the Old self chooses that makes all the difference,
From the past to present till future,
The thin line was, is and will be the necklace around the Man s neck,
Dancing close to heart till the being is divided between Life and Death !