In the vertigo of life,
Circling along in the axis,
Starts along slow,
Gets on to you slowly…
Swirling in a trance,
Winding into wilderness,
With the flashes of
crowd,
Amidst the blaze of gala...
Enclosing in the time,
Submersed in the moments,
The reality is being split…
Sometimes in the median of silence,
Sometimes in jarring decibel of noise,
Sometime high in the ecstasy,
Sometimes low in the melancholy,
Sometimes holding the whiskers of sky,
Sometimes feeling the warmth of earth...
The circle of journey
called sometimes,
It turns around and on,
As the white and black swipes along…
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