In The Answer

Why is it so,

that now I have a reason to be unaware of the world,

to regret for something that's not commited by me,

to be partial to one, other than me,

to present an attitude that's unnatural,

to take decision, that in the end, are in vain.

Why is it so,

that now I take time, and sometimes very quick,

that I pine for something, and then allow it to under-hold by my attitude,

that I sit among all, but feel alone,

that I go nowhere, but wander in air,

and if I go somewhere, I feel dispassion-ed.

why is it so,

that I see the sky, choked with clouds,

and I breathe high to feel the rain,

but when I come to my concious, its sunny.

that I open my fist, to touch the beauty,

but it pains, cause it just pretended to be, its fishy.

that I loved to smile, but if I receive any, its an ostentation, its cunning.

that I take a step, necessary, sure-footed, and when I reach conclusion, I over-stepped it.

that I feel ignored, avoided, when interrogated, I'm replied, high expectations in the answer.

Why is it so,

that when I look at the sky, I see stars that adds sympathy, as I am the victim,

that's shows the beauty, that's fake to me,

that tells me your distance is lesser than ours,

that past is what went happy and is shining  like us,

that I am here with many, but only to shine alone, no; not !!

Don't let distance make difference or difference make distance,

for the question of why has go no existence,

and still why is it so

that we discover our existence in those questions.

Why ???