Wednesday, April 14, 2010

A feeling…

Time is flowing, Day’s r passing, and night’s r cold
My blood is drying due to passionless life
Spectator’s eye is following me
Conscious and sub conscious r dancing in a rhythm
Whose music I have set
Where is the end? Where is the start?
Taking ride in a vicious circle
It’s like a giant wheel for me
It feels nausea all the time.

1 comment:

  1. I asked the time to wait, it just said if I'll wait you'd regret.