Twisted...

Far from being simple,
Every juncture in time.
All that seems right,
Somehow ends up wrong.
Every decision taken,
Always tangles in a doubt.
To execute takes guts,
Bearing the result a jolt.
The noose seems lower,
The quicksand seems closer.
Being pulled in two,
Not letting go at once.
Tied up in knots,
At the crossroads of life.
Every catalyst far and wide,
Triggering reactions unwarranted.
It gets tighter,
With no hopes of untanglement.
Ticking away every second,
Is one eternity short.
All thats left to hold on,
Is the point of being twisted...
Till the point of no return,
Imagining then atleast....
There would be a calming lull
To breathe again peacefully.