• siddhant_scribbles 9w


    It's always out there
    Shouting its heart out
    Screaming on the top of its voice
    Pleading for even a tinge of recognition

    Only we never pay attention
    We are always busy in weaving lies around the truth
    Trying to construct a wall and bury all sense inside
    We strangle it with all our might

    Obsessed with the vividness of deception
    That we eventually end up falling for the lie ourselves
    A victim of our own web, falling into our own net
    While logic was waiting to be acknowledged

    All this while...