Riddle me this

 Riddle me this                            

-Yatharth dutt

In the forest of life,

Craving for my bliss;

A sage asked me,

Riddle me this.

When bonds in my heart
Flowing away like sand;

Why I found my bliss,

Holding a stranger’s hand.

Trying to escape,

This vicious rat race;

Why is an artist termed,

The societies’ disgrace.

 To reach your aim,

You once sold your soul;

Why you sigh today,

Thinking of your goal.

What do you see,

Grass or dust;

What do you choose,

Love or lust.

Every time in school,

You earned the first place;

Then what made “Snape” forget,

The meaning of always.

Always wished,

For my childhood to remain;

Yet to set it free,

Never broke the chain.

Tried many doors,

No connection was drawn;

How in a Stranger,

I found my home.

Made fun of others,

You always had a pun;

Ever looked in you,

Before judging anyone.

The riddle he spoke,

Made me look in me;

Instead of peace,

I saw wrath of the sea.

Looking inside me,

Soul gave me a kiss;

When I saw me,

Finally found my bliss.

You can also find,

That missing bliss;

All you have to do is,

“Riddle me this”.