Circle.

World is a circle. So is life.

It happens again and again. The phenomenon repeats itself. There is no end. It comes back to the same point on circle. Again. And Again.

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You're tearing me apart,
Crushing me inside
You used to lift me up,
Now you get me down.

I'm dazed in madness
Can't lose this sadness
It's ripping me apart
It's tearing me apart
It's tearing me apart
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How many more revolutions? How many?

How many?

Random thoughts of a useless mind

Around a year back, people were putting up numbers like this: 03002015

This year, it is H13/ C227.

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Jab teri gali aaya, sach tab hi nazar aaya,
Gehra samundar tha, usme unchein unchein lehrein,
Wahan pe kuch kam geeli thi barishein

The birds flew away to the summer skies searching a home.
And if the dam broke open many years too soon,
It gotta be a, Mad Mad world,
where I've been putting out fire,
with gasoline.
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