As I read more I realize how bad
I write…. And as I write more
I realize I read so less….
It is tough to make things meet
There is always someone inside
telling you to do both……
as if the mind rips into two
and both going in different directions
One feeling cold and other feeling hot
One crying while other laughing
There will come a day when
one will win over the other
and that day I know, I will be
half dead…..