It’s all a mess,
a state of unrest.
All try to give their best
because they know about the survival of the fittest.

 

My head is mashed,
half of the thoughts crashed.
The mind is on a hike.
I don’t know what I despise or like.

It’s like a blank space.
My life is rushing as in a race.
Though, the mind is unable to match its pace
and finds itself on the verge of becoming a ‘gone- case’.

Even my thoughts struggle
within my mind to emerge earlier
There’s an internal competition—
thoughts in mind and emotions in heart.

I don’t like this moment,
this place or this feeling.
I’m not stuck but not moving either,
but just waiting for the situation to get better.

Mess

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