Where am I?

Everyone just goes on and on

nobody asks where does it fall on.

Why am I not like nobody?

Why do I create a web of miseries and countless questions for my own self?

I remember the person I was, happy, cheerful and unaware

but now this is the suffering that I cannot bear. 

it's not the poem that I'm writing, it's just my inside that I'm describing

I don't have fancy words to qualify as a poet 

I'm just a naive person who thinks a lot

I don't have a pile of rhymes and metaphors to attract great minds,

all I own is this fight of  I, me and the world

I go and hunt for true happiness all around. Is this absurd?

I know I don't understand anything 

I know I don't get it at the very moment

but this is an incredible game of the creator

I don't know what is expected out of me.

It's my choice I guess

either be a spectator or turn the game the other way round 

I stated this is not a piece of art 

this is just a mere conversation of me and my muddled self.

I don't want to be judged because that's how I cursed my fervent heart  

where am I and what do I need?

I don't understand anything.

let me turn the game and create something called I understand it all.


-Riya Rathore