In a race,
One runs ahead,
One creates the maze.
I laugh, I cry
I give up, i try,
It makes me so happy,
My head becomes sloppy,
The maze was clear now,
Its a new beginning I know,
Why it seems like an end ?
This always has been the trend.
Crazy... Crazy
This frenzy,
Not again,
This pain ,
I feel so insane,
The race never ends,
The joy never fades,
The pain never eliminates,
Do you feel ,
The Bliss of insanity ?
real good effort ...nice and lucid
ReplyDeletenice expression of emotion.... Mast topic hai...
ReplyDeletefeels like the soul in you speaking....
ReplyDeletegood good... nice dude..
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed... getting a genuine feeling of the mind travelling, searching... Very evocative!
ReplyDeletenicely written :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome....dont have words to describe it...I just can feel it :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't know u had the poetic acumen within you,,btw magnificent!!,,it aptly delineates the capricious anshul
ReplyDeleteHey nice work.. :).. as your frnds commented.. never thought you have a poetic side in you.. great beginning :P..
ReplyDeletewaise sanity should be bliss na :P
hehe ... well well . u got to get insane for once to know the bliss it is ;) . Thank you :)
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