Is it a compulsion to love yourself?
What if you have no faith in yourself?
What if you love it this way,
What if there was no other way?
Do you have an answer?
Is it a compulsion to opt for a profession?
What if being the jack of all trades is your obsession?
Does that mean you aren’t focused?
Isn’t it simple that you are confused?
Do you have an answer?
Is it a compulsion to be awesome?
What if you could simply blossom ?
What’s wrong if sometimes my happiness has no bounds?
Do I always have to compete with the people around?
Do you have an answer?
Is it a compulsion to inspire?
What if all you want to do is admire?
What if you don’t want to create history,
All you want to do is remain a mystery?
Do you have any answer?
Is it a compulsion to die for someone/something?
What if you want to live for someone /something?
Sometimes my anger takes a huge hike,
Well, is anything wrong if a girl rides a bike?
Do you have an answer?
Is it a compulsion to always be sweet?
What if someone mistreats?
What’s wrong if I am an egomaniac at times?
Trust me I haven’t committed any crime.
Do you have an answer?
Is it a compulsion to do the same?
What if you had a different aim?
My thoughts have formed a huge heap,
Though I want to, I cannot sleep.
And all I am left is with one question.
“Do you have an answer? ”
April 11, 2017 at 7:53 PM
I hope I could talk to you abt this someday.. it’s a beauty btw..I am someone who thinks he has the answers.
I’d like to reply back with a poem.. I’m not a poet btw..So hear me out ..
I’d like to call it
Euphoria
In all those sleepless nights,
When I had no respite
I felt the urge,
to fulfill this search.
As these were the locks,
To which the soul demanded the keys.
I look back to the struggle
With all those thoughts I juggled .
I feel happy and content
For I had attained
Euphoria in this age.