SO…………………MUCH

SO ............MUCH 

So much to say, So much to imagine, So much to talk, So much to write but nothing seems to be right. Pleasure and pain seems same and right. Confusion prevails and blazing trail of uncertainty enriching mind Bleaching all positivism Thoughts seems to be having heavenly ash of Contemplating misunderstandings Mourning over a dead belief, and Uncertainty of materialism choked with Rising hope and submerged in despair. My wild imagination wants to Reach singularity To renovate it’s self. But instability and disorder in air resisting all. Now words are frozen, thoughts are many and expressions Hanging form cobwebs and covered with dust of imagination. Haywire thoughts are buried under the coffin of a hypocrite mind.