The complete circle of spin in my head,
Where thoughts itself fighting a bloodshed…
The purpose of existence a question always,
My tears of joy getting haze…
A noise within shouting and crying,
Hinting from inside someone is dying…
What's the truth of being,
It's something beyond just ageing...
Why loneliness becomes romantic,
Because world is pragmatic…
Theories of observation getting evaporated,
M sitting near bon fire with feelings devastated…
Getting to the point of null,
Where everything will be dull…
Falling from cliff with no gravity,
Waiting to hit ground with complete insanity…
There is no help from within,
Don't know from where to begin…
My soul running here and there,
Let my confusions walk on air…
The complete circle of spin in my head,
Where thoughts itself fighting a bloodshed…
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