A Ghazal on Lines

Life is full of these intertwining, intersecting lines,
Like those on her face, her hands, careworn lines.

Often, we need to cross a grid to reach somewhere,
They just follow us around, shadowy and real lines.

Sometimes, we are entangled in a mess of labyrinths,
Like psychedelic signs, appear these hallucinatory lines.

I think living itself is a prison with no escape routes,
So, to calm your nerves, emerge these striking lines.

Pondered Roomy, how do we emerge out of it all?
Don’t be stressed, just follow these colourful lines!