On the verge
On the verge of sanity,
when you forget all about humanity,
just a seed of doubt is enough to make one doubtful,
just a thought is enough to make someone artful.
Somehow I lost my sanity,
when I started thinking about gravity.
Just like a dog trying to catch his tail,
I was an artist trying to follow an invisible trail.
We are born of dust,
and end up becoming dust.
Then why are we naming dust?
Why fighting over dust?.
The day I started to question,
I became the lunatic person.
If the one who doesn’t speak is sane,
then I would rather be insane.