who am i ?
what am i?
where am i?
what am i doing?
this life is full of despair,
still this life is full of hopes,
so many ironies,
so many desies sets in,
so many fades...
but a race never ends,
meaningless - ness pervades,
more you find,
more you loose the trance,
more you aspire to be,
more it binds,
this mad rush of unknown, for unknown,
this mad clouds of tasteless desires,
just grows and embrace,
leaves you scornful and lost...
