Lost and Found..

As days pass by, I am searching for multiple things. I look for peace but alongside that I crave for turmoil. 

There are days when I want to be in love and bask in utter submission  but then there are times that make me turn around and walk away from everything that ties me up to this world..

There are mornings when I want to take over the world and then there are those mornings when I want to pull the sheets up to my face and not wake up.

Why does this happen?

Is this a sign of discontentment of some sort? 

Or is it just me coming face to face with the futility of this world?

Looking for answers seems quite difficult when you don't quite know the question.

Each time, someone asks me "what is the matter with you?", I have this raging desire to snap back. 

Turmoil. Yes.

Confusion. Yes.

Unrest. Yes.

But this turmoil, this confusion, this unrest is all mine. 

I want to find answers at my own pace and at my own will.

So no! I don't know what is the matter with me. 

My shoe size and material is different than your's. My beginning is different than your's.

I don't want to answer anyone. Until I have an answer for myself.

"...katra katra milti hai, katra katra jeene do...

..pyaasi hoon main pyaasi rehne do..."