Swirling thoughts,
A tornado of insights,
Wandering at midnight,
In the gardens of both gentle and vile,
With parallel ends that will never meet.
Sitting here in my own mind,
Consuming it as a whole,
Like a black hole.
Falling into the pits,
Of my own conscious,
In the search of a golden thread of destiny,
To secure its absolute certainty,
By ignoring the question of its reality.
It’s an endless cycle,
With the repetitive recital.
Where the time simply slips into the void,
To fill my soul with lies,
Pretending them to be real and wise.
Beautiful!!
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Thanks for stopping by..m glad you like it..
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This is so amazing! Loved it!!
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Thanks for the appreciation.. 🙂
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Wooow.. All that happens when we are interested in loving and living…. Explained in a awesome manner.
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Thank you.. I m glad you find it interesting. I hope I conveyed the message of a confused mind through this piece of writing.🙂
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Mind never stop thinking 😍😍. Well penned
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Exactly. Like I said, it’s an endless cycle with repetitive recital..
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